This is the Portulaca flower, also called Purslane. It blooms brightly in the sun and retreats its bloom as the day fades. Most of my colleagues at the greenhouse are Spanish-speaking. Gloria explains that Portulaca means “amor de un rato,” meaning “love of a moment.” These are the “ah hahs” that greenhouse life offers me. So I contemplate how Portulaca’s beauty is fleeting and compare that to life’s collection of small moments. One moment. All the time. “Amor de un rato” reminds me to cherish transient experiences, whether in nature or life, because they add richness and depth to my existence. For this reason, I love Portulaca. It reminds me that the briefest moments can be the most beautiful.