it leaks; and I found out what was the matter with the marine tank…

We got up at 5 am to get out while it was cool and shovel. Or—I shovel, and Jane does the wheelbarrows: she’s good with wheelbarrows, and I’d have me and the load in the pond.

All was going well until we took a look, by dawn’s early light, at the waterfall. It was leaking a stream of water.

We decided to wait. But the stream was getting larger. We finally attacked the thing, and began doing what we would have done in the first place if we hadn’t believed the advertising on the ‘black waterfall foa