Phyllis Root

One by one ten sheep reluctantly fall asleep in the barnyard.

In the middle of a dark, stormy night, one child, then another, then a third wake their mother and ask to climb into the bed, but when the last member of the family arrives Papa declares there is no more room.

Celia Thaxter grew up on a desolate island off the coast of Maine, where her father worked as lighthouse keeper. Amid the white and gray of the sea, the rocks, and even the birds, young Celia found color where she could: green mosses and purple starfish and pink morning glories by the shore. And she planted her first garden, tucking bright marigolds between rocky ledges. When she was twelve, Celia's family moved to nearby Appledore Island, where her...

"One very snowy Sunday, snowflakes as big as balls of wool are falling on Bonnie Bumble's farm. The cow, the duck, the hens, and even Spot the dog are all shivery and cold. "This will never d-d-d-do," says Bonnie with chattering teeth. So she gets busy with needles and wool and knits and knits--hats and scarves, beak-warmers and tail-warmers. But how can she get the sun to make everyone warm and toasty again?" -- Provided by publisher.

Pierre lives all alone at the foot of the mountain so he hops in his car to find a friend. Will the car make it to the top of the mountain? Will it get safely down? Will Pierre ever find a friend?

One Thirsty Thursday on Bonnie Bumble's farm, everyone is dry and thirsty, especially the flowers. The black-eyed Susans are spoiling for a fight, and the clouds refuse to even drop by. But when a little cloud blows past at last, Bonnie comes up with a clever plan that calls for interspecies cooperation.