The fragility of beauty

The Bougainvillea must be one of the most beautiful flowers here and I enjoy them immensely. The big one we had in front of the house that was cut by the electric company because it threatened to reach the wires, is making a come back. It will never, I don't think, be as spectacular as before, but it, like I, is still here.
I cut some of the new branches of it recently to ease the access to the light meter and gathered the cuttings of flowers in to a bouquet that I placed under my clock. With joy I discovered that between 9:15 and 9:30 in the morning, the sun would hit it as if it had its very own spotlight.
I grabbed my camera to take a pic of this sight, only to discover yet again, that the battery had run down.
The next morning with a newly charged battery the Bougainvillea had fainted. For all its beauty it is a very shortlived cut flower. But what a life, what beauty.
I was truly thankful for the time I had to enjoy it.