Whitefish River girlie, who are you?

Forrest furrowed her brow with immediate frustration. She didn't understand why it was so easy for youngsters like Girlie to develop the idea that anything about themselves was short of a miracle. I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of, she said, I'm sure you'll fare just fine come summer. I think that's the best season of them all, anyway. The water is warm again, the trees have won back their green, the flowers are in full bloom; what is there not to like? 

With a sigh and a short look over, Forrest asked, Tell me, have you ever seen a lavender-rose patch? They were some of the most divine creations, she thought. I think that you would like them, girlie.