She was from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, ate poke weed greens with fat back, and drank the "pot likker" because it "richened her blood." He was a Bostonian, ate oysters, and never stopped to think if they were good for his blood. He sipped Madeira wine from a crystal glass. She swilled mountain moonshine from a jug. She warned him about that "low-bush lightnin'" corn liquor, but he wouldn't listen. It knocked him out, and he slept for two days. He took her to Boston and bought her fabulous furs. She wore her bearskin coat and turned the city upside down. He used his eyes to see. She saw with her heart. He knew nothing about love. She taught him. He is Saxon Blackwell. She is Chickadee McBride. Theirs is an unforgettable story that will make you laugh and cry . . . and fall in love all over again.