Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.--Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West
Vita Sackville West - thank you Vita, for your glorious garden, your hilarious and perfect gardening notes, which sustain me through winter until spring, and for falling down drunk at the cocktail hour, trowel in hand. If only I had several old gardeners to carry me into the house and make the supper, I might try that one.