CONSIDER THE YAUPON
by Julie Lavender
Tucked under layer after layer, I braved the just-below freezing temperatures for another winter’s walk. My hubby didn’t require quite as many layers; he’s braver than me.
My little corner of the deep-south had already seen more frigid weather in the few short days of 2018 than the entire winter season just last year.
The green shrub bedecked with red splotches caught my eye, and I first thought it was a holly bush. Closer inspection, though, told me it wasn’t, and I sequestered my biologist husband for an explanation.
“Ilex vomitoria,” said David.
“Ew. Does it mean what I think it does?”
“Yep. We’ll look it up when we get home.”