Last summer seems like such a long time ago, I couldn't even remember if any of our three hoya plants had bloomed in 2013. I had to go back through my photos and my journal. Nope. No hoya blossoms at all last year.
The three originals had never bloomed for The Lizard before we were married. They never bloomed in my apartment after we were married. But in the house we bought five years ago, one particular plant was a very happy camper. If I remember correctly, it bloomed for the first time right near the Fourth of July and a week or so before our wedding anniversary. What a celebration!
We'd lost that treasured hoya plant The Lizard inherited from his father to mealy bugs in 2012. There were two more that had never bloomed, so The Lizard didn't know they were hoyas, just a different kind. One bloomed for the first time ever that year, almost as if to console us.
Late in 2012, I found a tight, curly leaved baby hoya plant very similar to the one we'd lost at a home improvment center, and I quickly adopted it. We shelved the tiny little three-inch plant where its predecessor had been, and we've patiently waited for it to grow long enough to bloom. I've read the hoya ropes must be six feet long to produce blooms. Eighteen months later, this toddler might finally be turning into a teenager. One rope is nearly six feet long! Fingers crossed...
Meanwhile, we've patiently awaited a blossom burst from the white hoya plants.
This month, one plant gave us a single blossom. Just one!
The second hoya is throwing out the gauntlet. It's showing TWO blossoms!