Hoya Obovata

With its deep green color and medallion-shaped leaves, One cannot help but adore the foliage of this plant

The Story

If I ever thought I did not have an obsessive personality, this plant proved otherwise. I first saw it when I was in SoCal for a wedding. My husband and I had just stopped into Folia Collective to take an innocent peek. Then, there was this beautiful plant just screaming out to me..."I know you want me,so don't keep saying your hands are tied" (cue The Greatest Showman). Alas the stars were not aligned, because I was not crazy enough (at the time) to bring the plant into the wedding with me, and it surely would have withered away in our car. I return to San Francisco, feeling like a part of my heart was left at Folia, but determined to find one. Many calls later, Half Moon Bay Nursery tells me they have one more in stock. Well you betcha I hoped in my care to bring my baby home! They seem to stock them fairly regularly so over the year, I have accumulated 5, 4 of which live in my Hoya Wall. (:

Care Routine:

  • Bright indirect light (it sees the sky, but is not within the sun's direct line of vision)
  • Allow it to dry out in between waterings, wait until older leaves are tender to the touch
  • I mix my potting soil with equal parts perlite aka sponge rock
  • This one seems to be able to go without a trellis for longer than a Kerrii, as the vines seem to stay flexible for longer. I am letting mine hang wild and free for now. =)
  • No Misting. Hoya Obovata did not develop fungal spots like the Hoya Kerrii, but I am playing it on the safe side and the plant seems to be fine without it. 
  • Bonus note: When I first bought this plant from the nursery, the leaves were a dullish light green, but after being in my home for a few months, the reduced amount of direct sunlight led to this gorgeous forest green. =)

"The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known; as a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; and which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened, for no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall them." Charles Dickens in Oliver Twist