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 for summer that is to be.
Celia ThaxterLook to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.
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.
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