(Ok, maybe it doesn’t have the same ring to it as “stop and smell the flowers”)
On our drive back from the cottage a couple weeks ago it was -30 degress celcius (-22 degrees Fahrenheit) but these bales of hay were steaming. Despite the freezing cold weather and the fact that I have to take my mitts off to take photos, we stopped so I could get a few shots.
I’ve learned the lesson again and again that you should take the photo NOW because it might not be there again next time. Of all my 2o+ years of going up to the cottage, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen steaming bales of hay, despite the many farmers fields we pass along the way.