The first bromeliad of the season is blooming—the first of many I will enjoy this year. The yard is filled with them, stuffed into planters and smattered around. Boxed in with the live oaks in the back. They are clustered all over due to their easy multiplication and heartiness. The first bromeliad I ever had was a gift from my grandmother when I bought my first house in Orlando. It sturdily lived in its pot for the entire 11 years I owned that home, even though I never bothered to repot it or p...