Last year, I told you the story of one of my house plants. It was a clipping from one of Mom's - a huge viney thing that we'd always called the Barbados plant, though we figured that wasn't it's real name. When I showed it to you, clever Dee said "That looks like a Hoya."
I looked up Hoyas and mostly agreed with her. Except that all the Hoyas on the interwebs had flowers. Our "Barbados" plant, to my knowledge, never flowered. But I asked Mom anyway, and showed her what I'd discovered. "The leaves look similar ..... but it's never flowered. And I've had it for more than 30 years. It can't be a Hoya."
The conversation ended there and neither of us thought much more about it.
Fast forward to last weekend. After painting, I was relaxing on their back porch with Mom and Dad (where the mystery plant spends every summer) and Dad commented on it's size. (It's in a pot so big it takes two of us to lift it to move it.) We joked about its origins and I mentioned again that it might possibly be a Hoya. Mom once again pointed out that it's never, EVER flowered.
Then on Thursday afternoon, I'm working away and Mom pops up on Skype. She sends me a picture....
Meanwhile, my little Hoya...
And another thanks to Dee! You nailed it!