The storm breaks
They meet back inside the kitchen as the first heavy drops of rain hit the roof. The barometer continues to drop rapidly.
Kevin made radio contact on the trust's frequency but received only a fragmented news report about the West Bank, while the barometer continued its steep drop to 986 hPa. Jenny checked the seed trays and found the soil adequately moist but not waterlogged, then moved the heirloom seed tin to a safer spot on the stove. Kevin hauled the generator inside and positioned it beside the stove as the weather deteriorated.
Radio check first. Then porch.
walk to the shortwave radio on the shelf and flip the power switch
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The tin is on the stove. I'm checking the trays.
Pick up the damp tin of seeds and place it on the warmest part of the wood stove to dry it out.
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Moving the generator in. Be right back.
step out onto the porch, unlash the tarp, and haul the generator through the doorway into the kitchen
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Watch the floor, I just cleared that.
Move the seed tin further from the edge of the stove to make room for the machine.
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Got it.
lower the generator onto the cleared floor space beside the stove, keeping it level so no fuel slops out
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Check the frequency. The barometer is dropping like a stone.
Walk to the seed trays and check the moisture level in the soil.
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On it.
sit at the radio shelf, adjust the squelch, and tune to the trust's working frequency — 6215 kHz — key the mic
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986 hPa and falling. It's coming.
Press a finger into the soil of the trays to see if they're drowning.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.