All last year and most of this summer, I have been deprived of wildflower walks around the shore of Moreau Lake. Since Moreau is a kettle lake with neither significant inlet nor outlet, the water levels here depend on rainfall and snowmelt -- or the lack of it. Two years ago, the water had fallen so low, it seemed as if some giant hand had pulled the plug. Broad beaches emerged all around the lake, beaches that were quickly covered with a marvelous diversity of wildflowers. But then came enough rain and snow to not only fill the lake to normal levels, but to fill it so full the lake rose well into the woods, and all the beaches with all their wildflowers disappeared beneath the water. The lake stayed that high all last summer, and quite a bit of this one, too. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt about that! But just in the last month or so, some of the sandy and muddy shores have reemerged, and just like magic, many of those wildflowers I was mourning have sprung into life again. I could hardly wait to see what I would find when I set off around the back bay on a beautiful day last week.
But peeling spider web off my face is a whole lot less unpleasant than being stung 12 times by Yellow Jackets, which was how my visit to Moreau Lake ended that day. Four days later, those stings still itch and burn! For sure, I will avoid that spot when I return to these shores, but return I certainly will. Especially if the water levels stay low or fall even further, revealing more and more re-emerging flowers.