In the summer of 1992, my eleven-year-old granddaughter and I shared many nature adventures. Sitting on our cottage dock on Meadow Pond, I’d watch her shove off on a daily adventure in her little ship, a little, pink-trimmed rowboat. Wearing her pink duck-billed hat and lifejacket, she’d board with a lunch basket in hand. Floating in her little ship on the lily pads at lunchtime, sharing her sandwich with the fish, and watch the frogs. When invited, we would share the sounds of nature and photograph lilies. On our return, pick up bobbins, fishing lines, cans, and white foam cups. Teaching her to respect nature provided delightful hours as we gave names to the different flowers. Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily were born, written, and packed away. After I published The Hollow , a sweet story, and resolved to tidy my old files in preparation for my next book. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily , waiting for me. The ink on the pages had faded and needed brightening, which I did. Enjoy this charming little story of Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily . In the summer of 1992, my eleven-year-old granddaughter and I shared many nature adventures. Sitting on our cottage dock on Meadow Pond, I'd watch her shove off on a daily adventure in her little ship, a little, pink-trimmed rowboat. Wearing her pink duck-billed hat and lifejacket, she'd board with a lunch basket in hand. Floating in her little ship on the lily pads at lunchtime, sharing her sandwich with the fish, and watch the frogs. When invited, we would share the sounds of nature and photograph lilies. On our return, pick up bobbins, fishing lines, cans, and white foam cups. Teaching her to respect nature provided delightful hours as we gave names to the different flowers. Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily were born, written, and packed away. After I published The Hollow , a sweet story, and resolved to tidy my old files in preparation for my next book. I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was, Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily , waiting for me. The ink on the pages had faded and needed brightening, which I did. Enjoy this charming little story of Miss Lily Put and Miss Day Lily . I am a true New Englander. Born in Vermont and lived in a small town during my youth. My heart will always remain where my roots started. I am a proud mom of two adult sons and a special daughter.   Writing is my avocation, an inherited love from my mother. I always drafted short stories and poems and tucked them away. After early retirement, I gave birth to these scraps and began to write.   In my quiet times, I relax with a glass of wine and listen to Tchaikovsky. I enjoy walking barefoot on the beach and listen to the waves, the quiet of the night, the smell of fresh flowers, birds chirping, and wildlife. I don't mind being alone. I reflect on the beautiful life I have had and how blessed God has been to me. I am who I am, a causal girl who likes to wear jeans and a sweatshirt and loved her dad.