Fringed gentian, Gentianopsis crinita |
Fringed Gentian by Susan L. Post
"It (Fringed Gentian) came very near not being an inhabitant
of our latitude, perhaps our globe, at all." Henry David
Thoreau
Fringed gentian’s striking color and beauty has had the attention,
not only of naturalists, but artists and poets for many years, even though
the plant is uncommon in most of its U.S. range. While not an endangered
species in Illinois, fringed gentian, Gentianopsis crinita, is
rarely encountered unless sought in an appropriate habitat— moist,
alkaline swales along the Lake Michigan shoreline and the moist vegetation
that surrounds many of the glacial lakes in Lake and McHenry counties. In
the past the dunes and swales of the southern portion of Illinois Beach
State Park have sparkled with hundreds of gentians.
While we
usually associate wild flowers with spring and summer, fringed gentians
are one of last flowers in bloom before frost—late August to November. To
experience these gentians in their full glory, visit on a sunny day as the
flowers open only in full sunlight. On cloudy days and at night each
four-petaled, iridescent, blue flower is tightly closed into a narrow bell
shape, ostensibly to protect its nectar and pollen from rain showers. The
main pollinators of fringed gentians are the robust bumblebees. Should the
flowers be only part way open, or even tightly closed, the large bees
often force their way in, reminiscent of struggling to place one's hand
into a twisted glove.
The elusive nature of the fringed gentian in
Illinois results from two factors: the decline of its habitat and the fact
that it is a taprooted annual or biennial and grows only from seed. Thus,
the colony that was so abundant at a site one year may be absent the next.
Fortunately, the wind-scattered seeds usually found new but often-distant
colonies.
The name gentian comes from the Greek king Gentius who
discovered the medicinal properties of the group. To the wildflower
enthusiast, the word gentian says "blue" and perhaps brings to mind one of
the stanzas of To the Fringed Gentian by William Cullen Bryant.
"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." |