You can make a red dye from the roots of Lady's Bedstraw. It's a kind of Beetroot red color. I have heard somewhere that you can make a number of colors from the flowers of Saint John's Wort, depending upon how long the flower has been blooming. And there is something called Dyer's Woodruff, which has dye in her name. Then there is the root of the Madder, which if you know how to do it, dyes wool red, and which if taken internally can result in birth defect and miscarriage in us people. I do know that dyes rendered from plants very often require things like chalk and heat and mumbling and stirring for just long enough, otherwise things can go wrong, and you're up before the magistrate explaining yourself.
Either way, the stand of Saint John's Wort that for so long graced the Post
Office before it was cut into, dug up and disposed of by what I can only think
of as Barbarians, is making an attempt. It's creeping rhizomes, near
ubiquitous Yellow Daylilies, must not have been fully extirpated. In one
way this resurgence of Saint John's Wort gives me a sense of joy, but in
another way it reminds me of the fever I felt when one day it was all apparently
gone. And I have spent far too many hours wondering why any one would want
the plant removed. My only sensible conclusion is that somewhere it was
deemed a hazard by the powerful, concerned that a child on antidepressant
medication might pick up a leaf, chew on it, succumb to serotonin syndrome and
flop about for a while before dying in the Post Office car park, near the trash
can that also serves as an ashtray.