Yaupon Berries and Memories

  While most of the country is enjoying the seasonal change with cooler weather and lots of fall foliage, here, we are just happy with the occasional northerly breeze.  That surely means fall is in the air!  In the Deep South, it is rare to get much of a colorful foliage change.  Things stay green.  The weather does not play well and our leaf change usually occurs during winter if at all.  That does not mean we do not have some bits here and there but rather that we have to search for it.  

  This afternoon, the old dog and I took a leisurely stroll about the hillside.  His walking goes along at a snail's pace so it gives me plenty of time to look at things.  Once I find something interesting, Mr. PJ is just as happy to sit for a spell as I photograph it.  This afternoon's find was the bright red berries of the yaupon.  These medium sized shrubs dot the marsh, woods and even the yard as I let them grow where they may.  I am not meticulous about how organized the yard is, so if something chooses to sprout up and it is pretty, it stays.  Simple as that.  I do think the yaupons are pretty.  This time of year, the berries turn bright red.  They stay this way until midwinter when the cedar waxwings come flying in to search for food.  Then the small trees are stripped of every berry.  This gives the migrating birds some much needed nutrition but takes away from my yard decorations!  My sights then turn from admiring the berries to admiring the birds that have come to feed.  

  Seeing the yaupon berries, this afternoon, brought a childhood memory to mind. Back in the day, Pop used to cut many branches of the yaupon berries to use for decorations.  Mom would put the long stalks in two large buckets filled with water.  These would flank the doorway on the screened porch.  Other branches would adorn the mantles for Thanksgiving and carry over into the Christmas season.  Occasionally, the berries would start to drop so Pop would simply cut more.  We used the yaupon berries far more often than holly.  The holly was saved to fill the bronze vases out at the cemetery.  When I was just a tyke, I would go with Pop to honor the folks who had passed so many years before. The grave sites of family members, longtime friends and even some forgotten folks were bedecked with the holly berries and cedar branches each holiday season.  I often wonder if the grave sites have been adorned since Pop passed.  I know I have neglected them...sad to say.  It seems as if that custom, too, has gone the wayside.