Bought this book at the height of my children's-book collecting mania in the early 1990's and it's one of my favorites. Who would not want to know a Miss Rumphius? Or even to be her? Sweet, dreamy, wistful illustrations. You get the sense that Miss Rumphius is Barbara Cooney, that this book is a work of love about herself. Since reading this book, I've often wondered about little stands of flowers I see in odd places, beside the freeway or in vacation lots, and I've never looked at lupines the same way I did before Miss Rumphius worked her spell on me.