WE ALL SMELL

things differently. A lot of people love the scent of this Hoya and find it sweet and exotic. My family can't stand the smell. Mother has a large plant in her front porch, and we can tell immediately we open the door whether it has flowered. Then we have to hunt among the foliage for the flower (why is such an exquisite flower so well hidden?) and then get rid of it, which seems a shame. The flowers are like little jewels, and the ones below that look like pink porcelain are the tiny buds. You may ask why Mum keeps the plant when none of us can bear the smell, but it was a present and she wouldn't think of getting rid of it. She loves the foliage, and it was ages before she realised that there were flowers hidden in it, and that they were creating the pong! We thought a mouse had died underneath it.

Continued apologies for lack of presence in Blipworld - the internet connection here is not wonderful, and I'm utterly knackered by mother-sitting.

Large is lovely.