Behold the almost-ripe fruit of the dogwood. Soon enough these will turn a bright salmon pink, at which point the army fo squirrels high patrols these yards will zoom up and down the branches of three, devouring all the fruit in sight. I tried them in a cocktail a few year ago, and while the flavor was sweet enough, the texture was coarse and awful – but apparently perfect for the squirrels and the bravest of chipmunks who aren’t afraid of getting that much closer to a sky that might hold a hawk.
This is the turn of summer, embodied by the dogwood tree, whose next trick will be lighting itself on fire in bright yellow and orange leaves before dropping everything by the end of November.
