Turn of the Wheel

Wandering further past the garden path, I spotted a giant green wheel hugging the brick wall with a fat ribbed hose coiled tight around it. A large crank handle jutted out, totally idle. Unacceptable! I scrambled onto an upturned flowerpot, planted both gloved hands on the plastic handle, and leaned back with all my might. Creak-screeech! The drum shuddered, rolling half an inch while a single fat drop of cool water plunked right onto my boot. Heheh! Fully operational under my watchful command.