There’s a job.
Our Shinmaywa pump (a monster) drives a 2″ hose 30′, the last 4′ of which climbs 4′, which is a pretty potent pump. A simple hose clamp to be undone every year has the potential to a) blow off or b) be a bear. So they gave us this magical connector called a “Gator Lock” ™ connector, with cams that flip a clamp on either side of the pipe to grab on and hold it. You cannot release the cams without pushing 2 buttons simultaneously, one on each cam, on opposite sides of the pipe. There is only room for one person. Yes, you add it up. You need one more hand, and you are working in nearly-freezing water in a pit the size of your typical bucket, while standing on your head.

Jane refuses to let me tackle that, so I gathered up the semi-frozen water hose, about 300 feet of it, that wends all over the garden. It won’t coil except to the left hand, and I’m right handed, and the whole garden has now (after last night’s rain) achieved that degree of muck and leaf mold last seen in 330 AD in a Gallic village. A poor Gallic village. I now look like a poor Gallic villager, since carrying a hundred feet of hose is a full-body experience. Three times.

Thank goodness for rain suits. But even so—glug.

I got both pond heaters installed, the bottom heater and the gas-exchange/floating heater.
The waterfall is shut down.
The netting is thus far holding at a stretch about 10″ off the water surface. It was rather pretty when it frosted this morning.

My fingernails are probably shot.

The fish are terrified after all the splashing about and have gone under their 6′ diameter winter shield, and probably will begin to stay there now that the heaters are under it and going. They’re not stupid.

It’s forecasted to snow next week. The average start for snow in Spokane is November 11. It’s supposed to snow Monday through Wednesday of next week. How close can you be, weatherwise, eh?