Description
Potentilla hickmanii is a long lived rosetted non-glandular flowering plant with a thick taproot. The stem is prostrate five to forty five centimeters long. Blooming occurs between April and August. The hypanthium is three to six millimeters wide, with yellow obchordate petals six to eleven millimeters in length. Up to ten inflorescences may present in a single organism. Filaments are typically 1.5 to 4.0 millimeters in length, while anthers are only about one millimeter in size; moreover, the pistils generally number about ten and the slender styles are about two to three millimeters long.
The somewhat subglabrous leaves are pinnately compound into generally six paired, palmately cleft leaflets. These basal leaves range from six to twenty five millimeters in length with individual leaflets two to eight millimeters long and about two millimeters wide. There are four to seven leaflets per side, in a separated or overlapped configuration. The leaflets are wedge-shaped, typically having three to four teeth (lobes) and originate from about halfway along the leaf stem. The smooth fruits are approximately two millimeters in diameter, tan in color, looking like miniature watermelon seeds
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