The view from my desk

If I turn to my right, I see several plants; one is this Oxalis. I've had it about thirty years, most of that time in my office. When I retired I brought it home. At some point the pot picked up a fragment of my grandmother's Christmas cactus and I haven't removed the little cactus that grew from it. The Oxalis was a gift from a student of mine in the late eighties, though I think she gave me the plant in the early nineties. Details fade and meld together.