the keeper's cottage · day 977 · morning

DAY 977, MORNING

The humidity remains stifling as the tide begins to turn. You meet at the cottage to discuss the next move for the garden.

Kevin carried the heirloom seed tin to the north ridge garden while Jenny limped alongside on her swollen ankle. The garden path was blocked by a fallen spruce trunk, so Kevin set the tin down and began clearing it with the chainsaw and come-along. Jenny continued on to the old lighthouse ruins to collect soil samples for pH testing, moving slowly over slick ground.

🌿 Jenny00:20

The pH here is too acidic for the heirloom. We need to move the tin to the three slope before the rain comes.

lift the heavy seed tin from the table, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My own is throbbing and if I don't get these seeds to the north slope soon, the salt air will rot them right here.

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🔧 Kevin00:20

I'll carry it. You walk slow.

step forward and take the seed tin from her hands, holding it level against my chest

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving too fast on a bad ankle, carrying weight she shouldn't. The tin's heavy and the slope's slick. I'll take it — but I need her to say the words first, that she's staying too.

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🌿 Jenny00:22

way don't drop them. The north slope is the only place with a real chance.

lean heavily against the doorframe, watching the weight of the tin as I start to limp toward the path.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he's being helpful, but I'm the one who knows exactly where the soil won't sour.

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🔧 Kevin00:22

I'm not dropping them. You're not climbing that slope alone either.

adjust the tin's weight, turn toward the garden path, and wait for her to move first

💭 peek at the thought

She's white-knuckling the doorframe. Ankle's worse than she'll admit. The north slope's a climb even on two good legs. I'm not letting her do it alone.

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🌿 Jenny00:24

Just watch where you step. The mud near the ruins is slick from the humidity.

take a slow step off the porch, testing the pressure on my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so sure of the weight, but he doesn't Feel the heat in this joint.

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🔧 Kevin00:24

I know the mud. You go ahead — I'm right behind you.

fall in a pace behind her on the path, the tin cradled secure, eyes on her footing

💭 peek at the thought

She's guiding me like I don't know this ground. But she's the one favoring the bad leg, breathing hard through her teeth. The humidity's thick enough to drink. North slope's a half-mile of wet clay and loose rock. We'll take it slow.

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