In a letter to a friend, Beatrix Potter wrote about her recent adventures in “proplifting,”
Mrs Satterthwaite says stolen plants always grow, I stole some ‘honesty’ yesterday, it was put to be burnt in a heap of refuse! I have had something out of nearly ever garden in the village.
Elsewhere, she said she was relieved when people offered her plants. “I don’t feel like such a robber of the village gardens.”
(h/t @brookemackey, Source: Beatrix Potter’s Gardening Life)