I spend a good part of yesterday edit copy for the November / December issue ofNorthern Gardener . ( It ’s go to be a good one ! ) And , one of the columnists write about care of common houseplants , includingHoya carnosaor wax plant . I have a wax flora that came from a cutting from a works my grandmother observe for many years . She died in 1985 , and the plant life has been thriving in my mammy ’s house and my sisters ’ houses since then . uncalled-for to say , it is a resilient houseplant , enduring each winter on the counter near my kitchen sink , then spending the summer on the bright — and recently , rain imbue — deck of cards .
The column mentioned in pass by that hoya blooms once the plant is etymon - bound . Really ? This hit me as surprising since as far as I knew none of our plants had bloomed ever . So I called my mother . “ Has your Grandma plant ever bloomed , ” I asked . “ No , never , ” she replied , though her plant does have folio that change colour and become beautifully variegate whereas mine always has dark-green leafage , even though they are cutting off from the same original plant .
I run back to work , and later that evening was rearranging some furniture in a spare room we have . A plant would look nice on that bookcase , I thought , and it ’s about time to bring in the Grandma plant in from the deck . Well , you know the end of the narrative . I went out to the pack of cards to get the plant , which I had n’t even search at in week other than to note that its pot was flood with weewee , and there were two large , beautiful , waxy Hoya blooms .
My “Grandma plant” in bloom. It’s called Hoya carnosa.
My “ Grandma plant life ” in bloom . It ’s squall Hoya carnosa .
Was it the sunlight , the natural rain ( as opposed to ouralkaline tap water ) , that dab of fish emulsion I swarm in the pot back in May ? Had it at last become root - leap enough to throw up a flower ? peradventure it was just time for the plant to awaken up and bloom . It certainly woke me up , and that is often the point of keeping a garden . Plants continually perplex us with their ability to endure neglect , big weather , crowded conditions , disease , and insect , and still rosiness and fruit and grow as best they can . Our tiny effort to make things better for them — by cleaning up the garden , by digging in compost , by micturate sure the plant is aim where it can thrive — are almost always reinforce with excessive gratitude and abundance .
And , plant often storm us and delight us and push us to reckon more closely at the natural world , at dozens of small , bright , stars made of tissue that looks like wax .
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