Celia ThaxterEver since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer. ✨ Celia Thaxter (2008). An Island Gard… ▶377PoliticsReading
Celia ThaxterThis very act of planting a seed in the earth has in it to me something beautiful. I always do it with a joy that is largely mixed with awe. ✨ Celia Thaxter (2008). An Islan… ▶367Reading
Celia ThaxterLook to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair. ✨ Celia Thaxter (1896). The Poems of Celia Thaxter335Truth
Celia ThaxterHe who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this worl… ▶3710DeathLoveReading
Celia ThaxterI am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else. ✨ Celia Thaxter (2008). An Island Garden, p.5, Applewood Books… ▶369LoveReading
Celia ThaxterLike the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tears, to a certain amount of the … ▶303LoveReadingSadness
Celia ThaxterSo deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the rake, the trowel, and the watering pot… ▶315LoveReading
Celia ThaxterOnce more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge off the lighthouse island floats in on the st… ▶284Humor
Celia ThaxterEarly in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he had doubtless fed on slugs all… ▶317ReadingTruth
Celia ThaxterAs I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I am, how impotent are words in the presence of such perfection. ✨ Celia Th… ▶3110ReadingThought
Celia ThaxterTo stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight. ✨ Celia Thaxter (2008). An Island Garden, p.83, Applewood Books234Reading
Celia ThaxterWhen the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be. … ▶2910Reading
Celia ThaxterIt is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it. ✨ Celia Thaxter (2008). An Island Garden, p.25, Applewood Books212LoveReading
Celia ThaxterThere shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart. ✨ Celia Thaxter (1872). Poems, p.40201Love
Celia ThaxterOne golden day redeems a weary year ✨ Celia Thaxter (1874). Poems, p.65181Reading
Celia ThaxterIt seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything… ▶183Reading
Celia ThaxterOf all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that … ▶2510PoliticsReading
Celia ThaxterSoon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to tuck up safely my roses and lillies and the rest for their winter sl… ▶206Time
Celia ThaxterWhen in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. ✨ An Island Garden.184Time
Celia ThaxterAs the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from the hillside, some warm, still evening, the sweet rain-song of the… ▶145Love
Celia ThaxterAs I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much laughter I provoke among my f… ▶134HumanityHumorReading
