Martel Lake is about three feet low so our usual clumps of Blue Flag are high and dry this year with few blooms. Blue Flag is a wild Iris and is one of my favorite flowers – elegant in its symmetry and delicately-veined coloration.
The first year I lived at The Pad – 6 years ago now – I was in much more pain than I live with now. I was unable to write. I spent hours that first summer floating quietly in my canoe, healing. I paddled out to Ogre Island one day and as I rounded the point I saw my first Blue Flags lining the bay. Their beauty was in such stark contrast to my constant harsh pain that I cried. I remember saying to myself, “I deserve this.”