I was born in Boothbay Harbor Maine and am the daughter of florists. Early memories are playing hide and seek in our maze of greenhouses where rows of pots were poised to root, sprout, or bloom and where the air was moist, lush, and fecund. I liked making things from the materials and supplies in our floral shop: frilly lacy ribbons, shiny foil, rolls of brown packing paper, carbon slips, cardboard scraps, discarded flowers, glue, pens, thick pencils, floral foam, staplers, scotch tape, scissors, and a pencil sharpener that worked like a charm.