Every time I look at my Hoya sigillatis, I remember the ones that came before it. I wanted one from the moment I saw it, so H sigillatis became my first foray into “fancy” hoyas. It did not go well the first time. Nor the second. Nor the third. So, I took a break.
I was a hoya noobie. Armed with an abundance of confidence and a dearth of knowledge, I had plunged headlong into the hoya rabbit hole, leaving a trail of victims in my wake. When the body count got too high, I realized that the confidence-to-knowledge ratio needed to be adjusted, and I resolved to stop buying hoyas until I figured out what I was doing wrong. Which I did and I did.
This guy has been with me for almost two years now, and I’m very happy about that. Everything I initially liked about H sigillatis, I found I liked even more when the plant wasn’t at death’s door. Although beautiful anywhere, those splashy leaves look so much better when still attached to the vines; and vines that aren’t dying are much more handsome.
So, we’re plugging along here; lots of new leaves, lots of new vines. And no more sigillatis victims. Glad that’s sorted.
I’ll keep you posted.
