One hoya bloom

One hoya bloom is sufficient to make me feel special. The sweet perfume oozes only at night. The hanging plant from a friend's son after she died proved her friendship  to me. Four years now and I have  not managed to kill it, which is amazing. Any successful flower or plant is rare in my life. No top soil, no luck, no enhanced benefits from our acreage. My neighbor, however, adds mulch and topsoil galore to her floral displays. We're so cheap. Nature is on her own in my world.