I have no idea of the exact time I became so infatuated with it, but I do recall as a very young child (can't tell you who's garden, could have been some family friends, who had a beautiful yard, perhaps my Aunt Opel, who knows) being enamored by the "sheen" and how mesmerizing, yet peaceful they were.
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I love portulaca. It was one of my dad's favorite flowers.
I have no idea of the exact time I became so infatuated with it, but I do recall as a very young child (can't tell you who's garden, could have been some family friends, who had a beautiful yard, perhaps my Aunt Opel, who knows) being enamored by the "sheen" and how mesmerizing, yet peaceful they were.
Thanks for the post CJ!
Me thinks there's a family a lil NE of us that perhaps needs some portulaca!
Frank
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