Pastille Blues in Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

If it wasn’t enough that my streamside perch was on the slidey side of iffy, I peripherally noticed a real photographer - telescoping tripod, massive lens, equipment bag - catty corner across the creek, and seemingly with lens pointed at me. This concerned me, not because I'm shy, but rather due to my  very unladylike crouch - in a skirt, albeit with shorts attached beneath. But none else would know about the shorts, now would they? So, as trained by my modest mother, I self-consciously readjusted to a more modest sideways pose, knees together - and successfully managed not to land, rump-over-tea-kettle, in the creek.
Thankfully, the delight of these cunning candy-blue petites quickly distracted back to the task at hand, and I emerged with this happy shot.

Faerie Caps, Missoula, Montana

When traipsing through the pasture, it behooves one to pay attention to what lies amidst the grass - and not only to keep your shoes clean and fresh. The very thing you seek to avoid may be catalyst for delightful growth. 

(Ooo, such sly analogy! You gotta admit that was pretty deep - and I'm not just talking about horse pucky!)