I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!

- Celia Thaxter

Early 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 …

- Celia Thaxter

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

- Celia Thaxter

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

- Celia Thaxter

When 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 fo…

- Celia Thaxter

To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.

- Celia Thaxter

One golden day redeems a weary year

- Celia Thaxter

As 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…

- Celia Thaxter

Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild wav…

- Celia Thaxter