Riddle, flowers and farmer's carry

I was out early this morning, watering the seedlings, now growing nicely. Gary gave me a bunch of gallon juice jugs last year, for watering. 

They work nicely, a gallon of water weighing about 8 pounds, a good weight for me to carry, one in each hand, doing a farmer's carry, great resistance exercise.  From sink to patio is a good distance for the purpose 

Later I checked the forecast which reported rain to arrive later this morning.  Too late, I'd already done the watering.

I think there are two kinds of gardeners. One kind loves to go to the nursery and buy plants to arrange in their garden or indoors That's Gary. 

The other has no interest in letting someone else have all the fun of propagating, but likes growing from seed or cuttings. They're likely to practice gardener's larceny, stealing cuttings and collecting stray seeds wherever they find them. That's me.

Both kinds have been known to rescue plants from the dumpster and give them a new life. One kind, Gary, would keep them. 

The other, me, would bring them back, maybe creating several offspring plants and, once established, give them away to eager recipients who are less familiar with plant care. 

I did get out for a walk to the pond before the rain arrived, passing neighbors busy gardening and doing inadvisable things to their patios. 

There was a team on one patio,  breaking up the concrete apron, to lay down bricks instead. I doubt if this is a good move the apron being designed  to carry rainwater away from the house wall, but they didn't ask me.

And I have a riddle for you. A walker takes a stroll past a public golf course, and finds a number of golfballs well outside the boundary and in next door's property. What day is it? Answer at the end.

There's a lone daylily in the trees.

And a natural bouquet near the pond 

It never gets old walking down here to see turtles sliding quietly off the logs and into the water while frogs leap right over them shouting, great big drama queens.

Answer to the riddle: Monday, of course.

All the duffers are out at the weekend hitting wildly all over. The other day I found three balls nestled together near the houses. Whatever that golfer's doing wrong, at least he's consistent.

During the week the retirees,  seasoned players, are out, very few balls out of bounds from them.

Happy day everyone, now you know when to score a few balls for your own frugal use.