Bloomin’ Update 67: The Art of Doing Nothing & More


There’s a lot to be said for doing nothing. The older I get, the more I try to embrace that ethic in the garden. There seems to be so much else to worry about these days, do I really need to add garden worries onto the heap?

This was my approach after this winter’s record-setting cold severely burned and damaged the chenille plant (above). After several days and nights of frigid temperatures, every leaf dropped, revealing a tangle of bare branches.

My impulse was to do a harsh pruning, to encourage new growth – but hadn’t the plant already suffered enough trauma? I decided to do nothing… and I’m glad I did… or didn’t… or… never mind. You get the idea.

Here is that same chenille shrub today.

The warmer weather has pushed flower production into overdrive.

When I first purchased the plant, I had no idea there were two varieties in one pot. I now have a dusty rose variety (on the right side of the photo below) intermingling with the red one.

Even the bees are happy I did nothing, which seems to be an affront to their busy-as-a-bee motto.

Also turning my head in recent weeks… amaryllis.

I’ve had this red one for, I’m estimating, 15+ years. I have it in a pot and this blooming cycle is the first one in several years, I think because I kept moving the pot around the yard. This year, I think I found its happy place.

This candy cane striped variety was purchased at a local box store several years ago, heavily discounted after the holiday season. Buying cheap is just as important as doing nothing.

Unlike the amaryllis above, this one and the one following are planted in the ground. I’m contemplating moving them all — after the flowering cycle — to a place of honor in the front yard.

This other red variety, also a post-holiday discounted purchase, has strong markings that I think are a nice complement to the bright red.

Meanwhile, orchids continued to put on a display.

This is Dendrobium loddigesii, a sort of deciduous orchid, with long stems that dangle downward and are covered with leaves. These leaves eventually drop off and a flower bud appears at each node.

Although I love hotter colors in flowers, I appreciate these pastels, especially as I zoom in to see the soft, feathery edges.

Finally, Blc. Robert’s Choice “Dee” was part of a package of orchids — less expensive than buying a full-grown plant — I purchased through Amazon during Covid. About the only thing I needed to do was be patient, which I’m adding next to buying cheap and doing nothing.

This is Dee’s first flower. My concern, though, is the discoloration on the leaves and buds, some of which appear on the orchid’s petals. I’m not sure if this is a fungus and I’m also not sure if I should do something, anything, or — as you can probably guess — nothing at all.

Until next time…

Not-So-Wordless-Wednesday: Bee Bomb


As I was about to take this photo of the first giant purple iris of the season, a green orchid bee photo-bombed — or should I say “bee bombed” — the image.

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Adventures in Ancestry: Annie’s Songs


Every family tree has a story – or stories — to tell. That’s probably why I tend to get lost among the leaves and never get to the one leaf I was reaching for when I started my climb among the branches. I just never thought it would happen as soon as page 43 of 300 Years of Louds in America.

That’s when I met Annie Francis Loud.

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Bloomin’ Update 66: The Discontent Of Our Winter


Nothing burns like the cold.

George RR Martin wrote those words as part of the prologue in one of his Game of Thrones books – and all I could think about were my plants wailing these same words, as a record-breaking cold front moved down the Florida peninsula and into the Caribbean.

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Adventures in Ancestry: Ebenezer & the Captain


My paternal grandmother, Charlotte, had a repertoire of stories that she would often tell and re-tell at family gatherings. Some of these were about the memories she had of her children and grandchildren, even of her own childhood – and the stories were always told, word-for-word, in exactly the same way. Each family member could recite them by rote.

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Fireside Chat with Franklin: How Did A New Year Age So Quickly?


Leading up to the holidays, I had hoped to share a post about my 4x-great grandfather, Ebenezer Loud, because who doesn’t love a good Ebenezer story just before Christmas?

That, at least was the plan.

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Joy!


Wishing all of you a calm and peaceful holiday season — and a 2026 that’s full of health & happiness. Thank you for sticking with this blog.

See you next year!

Adventures in Ancestry: The Acadian Connection


On a mid-summer day in 1755, Jean-Baptiste Guillot, my 7th great-grandfather, looked around him, at the land he farmed and the home he built. He was a proud and content Acadian, living in Ile Saint-Jean, a small Canadian maritime community.

This was the only life he had ever known, since he had been born in Cobequid on nearby Acadia, a French colony first settled in the early 1600s by people eager to escape the religious wars of Europe and the hardships of feudal life and the poverty they brought. Jean-Baptiste still had a difficult time calling it Nova Scotia, the name the English gave to it when they gained control in 1713, as part of the Treaty of Utrecht.

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Bloomin’ Update 65: An Orchid’s Life


Just as summer was flowing into autumn — which in south Florida means summer heat becomes autumn heat — I couldn’t believe what I saw on one of my orchids. It was a large bud, swollen and green with a collection of tiny ruffles at the tip. The timing of this blossom may have been a coincidence, but I jumped on it as one of the hints that fall was actually happening in my part of the world. Continue reading

Adventures in Ancestry: A Revolutionary Tale


Only 15 miles separated Weymouth, MA, from Boston, but very often it felt as if the small village was a world away. Where Boston was a large and bustling seaport, the jewel of the Massachusetts colony, Weymouth, officially founded in 1622, remained rural and agricultural. Residents held fast to the traditions of New England, including town meetings and strong community ties.

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