Hay Bales of Expectations

Returning to a profusion of wildflowers in an adjoining pasture, I hoped to take pictures of the button gayfeather that dominated the scene. Evidently, our utilitarian neighbors had a better idea for the teeming prairie. They had cut and baled the entire pasture for prairie hay in the interim, leaving me only a solitary corner with several spared blooms to photograph. After further inspection, a hay bale had apparently gotten away from the rancher and rolled down the hill, stopping inches from our fence and not sparing several wildflowers along its route. I bet that rolling calamity raised an eyebrow or two... Never carve a half-hitched expectation into the landscape too soon. Every dog might have his day, but wildflowers won't last much beyond a blink. There's something to be said for being at the right place at the right time. Take your pictures then.