With rain on the way (yay!!!), 'Eugene de Beauharnais' has his brief (very brief) moment of perfection.
Once the rain begins, Rust, mildew, Anthracnose, and Blackspot disease will engulf Eugene's foliage, and the flowers will either fall apart or turn into blobs of grey fungus. But not Friday.
Friday, Eugene was perfect.
When perfection is brief and fleeting, is it still perfection?After all, taken in the context of the universe, and time itself, most everything is brief, isn't it?