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 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 - “When in the fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.”
 Celia Thaxter - “So 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 are pleasant objects in my eyes.”
 Celia Thaxter - “The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.”
 Celia Thaxter - “It 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.”
 Celia Thaxter - “Like 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 purest joy that earth can giver her children, joy that is tranquil, innocent, uplifting, unfailing.”
 Celia Thaxter - “Of 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 Poppy seed, for instance it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.”
 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 laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing, but that is of no consequence. We are on such good terms, my flowers and I.”
 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 had doubtless fed on slugs all the autumn. I could have kissed him on the spot.”