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The Layered Look

was April 1975, and the forest floor was alive with wildflowers. Among them was Cornus canadensis, the bunchberry, which was just coming out. Dr. Halle took one look at the little plant and said that it was like a flowering dogwood (C. florida) lying on its side, growing horizontally through the litter rather than vertically. It was a fanciful statement, containing more poetry than botany, I thought, yet something about it rang