Turn of the Crank

I followed that coiled garden hose all the way to a big green drum mounted on the brick wall! Dangling right off the side was a sturdy plastic crank handle. Naturally, I grabbed hold of the ridged knob with both gloves, kicked off from the brick ledge, and put all my weight into pulling it down. Creak... whoosh! The whole drum shuddered and rolled forward with a heavy clatter, tugging the rubber hose across the gravel! I held tight as the handle swept me in an exhilarating loop right back to the top. Ha! A giant manual winch right in the flowerbed!