The Green Coil Route

A thick green garden hose was coiled against the foundation wall, looped tight like a giant spring! I leaped down from the flowerpot perch, trotted across the dry patio dirt, and went straight for the lowest loop. Gloved hands gripped the ribbed rubber, boots planted against the coil, and heave! The hose had a bouncy, sturdy give under my weight. Scramble, shimmy, wahoo! In four swift hops, I balanced along the curving green ridge all the way to the top. Right beside me, the brass nozzle gleamed in the sun. I leaned forward and peeked straight down the dark circular barrel. A prime pipe inspection complete! Ha!