Fringed gentian may be the most beautiful of all the wildflowers. After years of looking in vain, super naturalist Stan Galicki told me where to find it at Deep Hollow Dam and that’s where I got this photo last year. But I was a little late and this was the solitary gentian I saw. Heading back today and hoping to get some better pics of this beauty. Harder to do because picking is a no-non since it’s so rare so it’s down into the goo to get the pic.
Gentianopsis crinita or …Greater Fringed Gentian or Blue Gentian is one of the most beautiful of the gentians, with its delicately fringed petals and striking blue color, it is becoming rare and must not be picked. It is a biennial, and along with the other gentians, is among the last wildflowers to bloom in the late summer and fall.
Fringed Gentian is about 1-3′ tall, native to eastern USA and eastern Canada. It ranges from the southern Appalachian Mountains north into New England and west to Manitoba and Iowa, though it can grow as far south as the mountains of Georgia. It is uncommon in much of its range. It is very rare in the Southeast.
photo by Sherman, Doug
Fringed gentian flowers open on sunny days, but generally remain closed on cloudy days and during the night. So it is best spotted on bright sunny days during the peak of flowering. There is no noticeable floral scent. Individual plants live for only one or two years. They flower only in their second season. This wildflower reproduces by reseeding itself.
The stems are light green, yellowish green, or reddish green; they are terete and glabrous. Pairs of opposite leaves occur along these stems. The leaves have prominent central veins and a slightly succulent texture.
Fringed gentian is found in shallow, near-neutral soils, in damp, sunny meadows associated with magnesium rich rock (amphibolite, serpentine).
The Fringed Gentian’s fleeting, exquisite beauty has had the attention of artists and poets for hundreds of years. It has inspired well known 19th century writers such as William Cullen Bryant, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau.
To the Fringed Gentian
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
And colored with the heaven’s own blue,
That openest when the quiet light
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
Thou comest not when violets lean
O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Or columbines, in purple dressed,
Nod o’er the ground-bird’s hidden nest.
Thou waitest late and com’st alone,
When woods are bare and birds are flown,
And frosts and shortening days portend
The aged year is near his end.
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
Look through its fringes to the sky,
Blue-blue-as if that sky let fall
A flower from its cerulean wall.
I would that thus, when I shall see
The hour of death draw near to me,
Hope, blossoming within my heart,
May look to heaven as I depart.