the garden · day 885 · midday

Midday Heat Approaches

The tide has reached the dock now. The humidity is stifling, and the air smells of salt and damp earth.

The heat is oppressive and the air is still, making physical labor grueling. Kevin attempts to clear the remaining brush but finds the wood is too slick and heavy to move effectively. Jenny tries to manage her ankle but the high humidity prevents any meaningful treatment.

🌿 Jenny02:31

It's too quiet. Even the birds have stopped.

Lean back against the garden wall and gingerly shift the weight off the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

This stillness is a lie. The air is too thick; something is about to break. My ankle feels like it's pulsing in time with the tide.

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🔧 Kevin02:33

Barometer's holding at 1011. But the swell lag — wind'll back west by nightfall if the pattern holds.

Walk to the dock edge and check the north piling shims at waterline.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is wrong. No terns, no oystercatchers — just the tide sucking at the pilings. She's right to notice. My chest's already tight from the pressure drop.

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🌿 Jenny02:33

If the wind doesn't turn, the humidity will kill the tomatoes tomorrow anyway.

Pull the own from my lap and begin drawing the way the salt is curling the furthest leaves.

💭 peek at the thought

He always looks at the horizon and never the rot in the wood. The island doesn't care about his patterns; it eats.

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🔧 Kevin02:35

Hooked up the drip line to the spring intake. Should hold them through another night.

Check the water test kit and verify the irrigation system pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

Tom's letter still unopened on the table. She knows about the brother and the sea beet poultice and the way I count the days between supply boats. Still, she's drawing tomato leaves like they're constellations.

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🌿 Jenny02:36

The pH is too high, Kevin. We're just watering the inevitable.

Sharpen the pencil and focus on the intricate veins of a dying leaf.

💭 peek at the thought

Water isn't a band-aid when the soil is turning sour. My ankle is fighting the heat again.

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🔧 Kevin02:37

Not if we amend the beds deeper. Add more compost, reduce the surface salt.

Check the soil pH log and mix compost into the planting rows.

💭 peek at the thought

She's measuring the end instead of trying to stop it. The lime beds read 6.8-7.0, untreated soil's 5.5-5.8 — she knows the numbers but treats them like death sentences instead of problems to solve.

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