I am beekeeper, but I am also a writer, and some years ago, I sat down at a typewriter to experiment with words, to try to tease out of the amorphous, chaotic and wordless part of myself the reason why… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Greer is Missouri's second-largest spring. It is a place of pounding, frothing waters and of greeny-cool moss-covered rock, a place of fern and cliffy… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I wonder where we older women fit into the social scheme of things once nest-building has lost its charm. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
I spend a lot of time sizing up a tree before I fell it. Once it's down, I clear away the brush around the… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Our family was like no one else's. My schoolfriends had fathers and grandfathers and uncles who did things, but in my family, women had… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
You have to take springtime on its own terms in the Ozarks: there is no other way. It can't be predicted. It is unsteady,… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
We humans are a minority of giants stumbling around in a world of little things. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
I have stopped sleeping inside. A house is too small, too confining. I want the whole world, and the stars too. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Precision, directness, and quickness are what human beings are good at. What we have never been good at - in our past, at least… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
“...when I offered to either stay and help or go bake a pie, it was the pie that was most needed. It took six… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Strictly speaking, one never 'keeps' bees - one comes to terms with their wild nature. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
It gets cold here in the Ozarks in the winter. There are often warm winter days, but there are also weeks when the temperature… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
