“She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.” ― Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells

 “There were bees somewhere---calling out to her, beckoning. She had wandered over to the tree and found the hive, hanging from a branch like a nugget of gold. The bees glimmering, circling. She drew closer, stretched out her arms and grinned as she felt them land, the tickle of their tiny legs against her skin.”

― Emilia Hart, Weyward