From Late Latin “variegatus,” meaning “made of various sorts or colors.” Imagine how different our world would be if people were variegated.
Guys. The tiny berries from the barberry bush are still there! They have persisted through the roughest part of our winter; enduring snow and ice we rarely get. We can learn so much from nature.
I found a bit of Spring today, preparing to remind us of rebirth, new beginnings, and hope.
I enjoyed watching the bare barberry (sounds like a name for a distillery) branches light up in reddish brown tones when the sunlight shone through the trees. The contrast with the snow was delightful, providing a nice background. I was very careful to not smoosh my face too close – those thorns are sharp!