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.