Botanic Notables: Queen Anne's Lace

Botanic Notables: Queen Anne's Lace

September 2, 2011
Photo by: Flickr user vns2009

Flowers can evoke wonderfully vivid memories and for me, reliably, it is the August wildflowers that send me into the golden fields of my past—in particular, reminding me of a summer I spent on Nantucket and the flowers I met there.

As a "flower girl" apprentice at a wildflower farm, I would tend the gardens, make bouquets for market, and come up with mnemonic devices to learn the names of our flowers. Of all the flowers—hydrangeas, Joe-Pye weed, black-eyed susans—the one that seems to signify everything I love about the island is Queen Anne's Lace (Daucus carota). We often used the flower in our bouquet arrangements and I loved the way it accented our brightly-colored flowers with a dusting of white. It reminded me of a soft New England snow or the stark white ruffles of Elizabethan fashion. 


Bouquets of hydrangea and Queen Anne's Lace. Photo credit: chenryflowershow, Flickr

Hardy yet delicate, and predominantly white (with occasionally muted tones of pink and blue), the beautiful flower seems to me like a botanic emblem of New England. In this setting of harsh, yet redemptive weather and rugged, enduring landscapes, Queen Anne's Lace is a perfect flower—a matching color palette of elegant whites, and a cautionary life cycle that seems to fit New England's unrelenting seasons. 

In its first year of growth, Queen Anne's Lace develops a tap root and a rosette of basal leaves. Not until its second year does the plant send forth a flower stalk that blossoms, before attracting pollinators, dispersing seeds, and dying. This life cycle makes for an effective strategy to moderate resources for the flower and seed, as the developing tap root becomes a reserve of energy for the coming year, like canned preserves in the cellar. 

Queen Anne's Lace

The flower begins and ends in a saucer shape or "bird's nest." When the flowers are pollinated, the umbels turn inward, as they haver here, and will mature as they wait to cling onto a passer-by. Photo credit: Flickr/Blue Ridge Kitties. 

What we usually call a Queen Anne's Lace blossom is, of course, not a single flower, but a colony of about 30 umbellets, all of which are complete flowers. A series of Queen Anne's Lace macro images can be found here, including images of its life cycle timeline—from early umbrella to seeding "bird's nest"—and some wonderful pictures of its architecturally spectacular underside bracts.

Queen Annes Lace

Photo credit: Alvesgaspar / Wikipedia Commons

Many umbels are adorned with a single dark purple flower in the center of the cluster. The flower is sterile, however, and botanists aren't sure what purpose it serves—resembling an interloping insect, the tiny dark floret could either attract pollinators, or repel predatory insects. Royal folklorists. however, have an idea of why the flower is darkened with a small drop.

Queen Anne's Lace

A dark red sterile flower at the center of the flower. Photo credit: Flickr user Stephen Begin

With its native origins in Europe, Queen Anne's Lace was later naturalized in American gardens and with the seeds came their stories. The flower is named for Queen Anne of Denmark (1574-1619), apparently an expert lace maker. As the story goes, she once pricked her finger while sewing. And a drop of blood became forever embedded in her royal lace, and in the center of her namesake flower. 

A profile of the plant would be remiss without several additional notes. First, while it's often assailed as an invasive weed, the taproots of Queen Anne's Lace are edible, and they smell like carrots, as the plant is a wild progenitor of the domesticated carrot (Daucus carota subspecies sativus). Second, beware of imitations! The flowers and leaves of the "wild carrot" closely resemble hemlock, which is, indeed, poisonous. Third, some people are allergic to the leaves of Queen's Anne Lace.

And, finally, a poem:

Queen Anne's Lace

by William Carlos Willliams

Her body is not so white as

anemony petals nor so smooth—nor

so remote a thing. It is a field

of the wild carrot taking

the field by force; the grass

does not raise above it.

Here is no question of whiteness,

white as can be, with a purple mole

at the center of each flower.

Each flower is a hand’s span

of her whiteness. Wherever

his hand has lain there is

a tiny purple blemish. Each part

is a blossom under his touch

to which the fibres of her being

stem one by one, each to its end,

until the whole field is a

white desire, empty, a single stem,

a cluster, flower by flower,

a pious wish to whiteness gone over—

or nothing.

Anna Laurent is a writer and producer of educational botanical media. Photographs from her forthcoming field guide to Los Angeles are available for exhibition and purchase at the author's shop.