the keeper's cottage · day 536 · morning

The heavy air breaks

The first fat drops of rain hit the roof, followed by a sudden downpour that signals the true start of the storm.

Kevin spends the morning backfilling the drainage trench to ensure the garden is protected from the coming season rains. Jenny stays at the cottage, tending to her swollen ankle and organizing the seed tins while the tide recedes.

🔧 Kevin00:39

Storm’s proper now. I’ll check the trench backfill before it washes—see if the gravel holds.

walk to the garden, kneel at the trench edge, press a boot into the backfilled soil to test compaction

💭 peek at the thought

The rain’s here. Good. Lets the wood swell tight in the shutter seam. Jenny’s still in bed—poultice needs changing soon, but the downpour’ll buy us an hour before the damp creeps further in.

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🌿 Jenny00:41

Don't be an idiot, the drainage is soup.

sit on the kitchen chair, reach for the vinegar and salt, and wince as the movement shifts the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If he goes out there in that데, he'll slip and break a wrist, and then I'm truly own.

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🔧 Kevin00:41

Aye. I’ll nail the tarp over the shutter gap—keep the rain off the sill till the wind drops.

grab the heavy-duty tarp from the porch, fold it to fit the shutter opening, haul myself up to nail the corners into the window frame with the hammer and copper nails (salvageable ones, bent but usable for temporary hold)

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—trench is holding water now, not draining. Backfilling can wait; the real issue is the shutter leak rotting the sill under her feet. Need to stop the drip before it spreads.

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🌿 Jenny00:43

way the bottom edge twice, or the pressure will Take it to the sea.

watch him from the doorway, sketching the way the rain lashes the sea beet in the grey light.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is going to catch that plastic like a sail and rip it right off the stone.

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🔧 Kevin00:44

Double hem it, then. Grab the fist-sized stones from the south wall—keep it from ballooning.

fold the tarp’s bottom edge over twice, crease it tight, then walk to the garden wall, lift three fist-sized stones, and lay them along the tarp’s hem where it meets the sill, pressing them into the soft soil to anchor it against the wind

💭 peek at the thought

She’s seen this before—knows how the wind gets under a loose flap. Double the hem, weight it with stones from the garden wall, and it’ll hold. Smart. She’s watching the storm, not just the leak—reading the sky like a barometer.

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🌿 Jenny00:45

Use the heavy ones from the base, the wind will peel that right off the stone.

lean against the doorframe, rubbing the throbbing heat in my ankle while watching the rain obscure the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

The stones won't hold if the wind picks up; the soil is turning to slurry anyway.

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🔧 Kevin00:45

Base stones. Right.

walk back to the south garden wall, pry two flat base stones loose with the crowbar, carry them back, and set them flush along the doubled tarp hem where the wind hits hardest, pressing them down hard into the mud

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right again—the base stones are heavier, flatter, won’t roll when the gusts lift the tarp’s edge. My ankle’s hot, but I can still move. She’s tracking the wind line, not the rain. That’s the difference.

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🌿 Jenny00:47

It's a start for now. I need to get that infection under control.

limp into the kitchen, grab the vinegar and salt from the shelf, and sit by the wood stove to stretch my leg out on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tarp holds, we might stay dry long enough, but my ankle is still on fire.

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🔧 Kevin00:47

I’ll get the sea beet. Fresh batch for the poultice.

walk to the tidepools at the south beach, cup both hands under the falling rain to rinse a fresh bunch of sea beet leaves, then return to the cottage and pound them in the mortar with the pestle until pulpy, mixing in a few dried mint sprig

💭 peek at the thought

The poultice needs fresh sea beet—de-salted, pounded. The stove’s warm, good for drawing out the swelling. I’ll get the leaves from the beet bed, rinse them in the bucket, then crush them with the mortar while she preps the vinegar soak.

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