“Sugar had grown up in Charleston, South Carolina: possibly the most luscious of the world's garden cities. Behind every wrought-iron gate or… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“Perched up on salvaged bricks, the half-pipes made perfect planters with an industrial edge that oddly complemented Sugar's pretty favorites: pansies, lantana,… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“All the bees knew Sugar; they carried their feelings for her with them in their genes, they could sense her from more… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“I've envied you over the years, carving out a different life for yourself, going where the wind blows you. That takes guts."… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“In Santa Fe her whole yard had been crowded with different-sized terra-cotta pots, out of which she grew everything from rosemary and… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“It was true. Sugar did treat her bees like next of kin but then again, they were. Along with her manners, the… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“Seeing her mama wiggle and swagger like that always reminded Sugar of her own shortcomings in this department. She knew the sort… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“She looks sort of like a nurse, Ruby thought. Or a nun, but a movie star nun, not a real one, and… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
“She was tall and slender with long dark hair that swung in a shiny ponytail from one shoulder to the other, her… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
