In late September, driving almost anywhere in rural England, you will see them. Little red-orange globes, strung along the hedgerows like something a child might have hung there, luminous against the browning leaves, plump and waxy and quietly urgent. The hips of the dog rose. Rosa canina. Holding the last warmth of the year in … Continue reading The Red Globes: How Britain Forgot the Medicine It Once Sent Schoolchildren to Harvest