This oxalis plant is descended from a larger one my grandfather tended for many years. When he died in 1972, his oldest daughter, my mother, divided his large plant into four separate ones which went to her and her three siblings. When Mom's plant was large enough, she divided it into six plants; one for her to keep and five more; one for each of her children.Over the years mine has had periods of absolutely glorious growth and others when I thought for sure I'd killed it. After recent death throws, it's now coming back!
This little piece of my grandfather's life so represents his passion for living things and gives me hope for the future as well as an ethereal reminder of him.
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