I just did the math. And I am astonished at how long I have kept this plant and its various descendants alive. We're closing in on fifty years, children. After the most recent move I think I have found the ultimate happy place for a hoya.
Trust that I am just as surprised as you to discover that the happy spot is in my son's bathroom. Maybe it's the skylight. Perhaps the steamy atmosphere. Currently there are a dozen blooming spurs in various stages of flowering. From tight little buds to gloriously open, sweet smelling, umbrella shaped bouquets...
...trailing down on both sides of the cabinet. I have never had one of these plants set buds in January and then bloom this time of year. Up until now blooming season was March-September. This is a good surprise. Spring can't be too far off.
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