the dock · day 577 · morning

Low Tide Exposure

The tide has reached its lowest point, leaving the barnacle-covered planks exposed. The wind begins to pick up from the northwest.

Kevin pried two rotten planks from the seaward dock and hauled them clear before the tide turned. Jenny reached the south slope, took a soil sample, and measured its pH while the wind freshened.

🌿 Jenny21:15

The wind is turning, Kevin. I'm going to the south slope to check the soil before the rain hits. Don't wait up for me.

Tightens the ankle brace, grabs the soil auger and the notebook, and limps toward the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is shifting, I can feel the pressure in my joints. If I don't get the pH reading on that slope now, the salt spray will leach the nutrients out before I even start. My own is throbbing in time with the waves, but the seeds won't wait for my fever to break. I've spent enough months afraid of wasting them; better they rot in the earth than the tin.

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🔧 Kevin21:15

Take the radio.

Walk down to the dock, crowbar in hand, to start prying the rotten planks before the tide turns.

💭 peek at the thought

Watching her move across the garden path, favouring the left leg. The brace holds but the ankle's still swollen. She shouldn't be on that slope with the ground turning slick. Wind's shifting northwest — front's moving faster than the barometer said.

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🌿 Jenny21:17

I'm fine, Kevin. Just watch your step on the jetty.

Slips the radio into the way of her trousers and begins the slow hike toward the south slope, favoring the left leg with every step.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the radio will save me, but it won't fix the soil chemistry. He's always worried about the physical structure while I'm watching the biological one fail. If I can't get to that slope now, the whole season is a waste.

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🔧 Kevin21:17

Kevin — wedge the crowbar under the first rotten plank at the seaward end and lever it up, letting the nails scream free.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not fine. But she won't hear it from me. The planks won't wait.

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🌿 Jenny21:19

Jenny — wipes sweat from her brow with the back of a hand and continues the climb up the uneven terrain toward the south slope.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so loud with those tools. Every crack of wood sounds like a needle in my ankle. I need to focus on the acidity levels, or the grandmother's seeds won't stand a chance this year.

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🔧 Kevin21:19

Kevin — haul the freed plank clear, toss it above the high-water mark, and move to the second rotten board.

💭 peek at the thought

First plank's free. Nails held better than expected — oak cores still sound. Two more to go before the tide pushes back. Wind's steady northwest now, cold behind it.

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