Sissinghurst: Dreaming of a White Garden

Large trumpet white daffodil.

White trumpet daffodil.

The patio garden began with somewhat of a plan, but since I derail easily, the plan was lost. It was supposed to be a white garden from the get go. The hot tub is back there and I spend most of my time in this area at twilight and evening. The intrinsic magic of a white garden is what happens in moonlight. The white florals against a dark fence and green foliage glow like little lamps. (And winding twinkle lights through the fence won’t hurt in the least.)

Finding white blooming things that will tolerate a tad too much shade (at a reasonable price) is a challenge. When at a nursery, I’m seduced easily by the more gaudy florals. My white garden never really got off the ground, but this winter annihilated some of the roses. I think I’m back on track. I plan on tucking in just a few vivid blue and lavender annuals to keep things interesting between bloom times, but the white garden shall rise again. (I hope.)

Tiny white daffodils with sweet fragrance

Tiny white daffodils with sweet fragrance

Unfortunately, this means moving the white daffodils from the kitchen garden to the back. The smaller white daffodils have a delicate fragrance, but when clumped together by the dozens it can stop you in your tracks. The mock orange seems to have survived though it’s on life support. The white garden will also be a fragrance garden. My plans are never simple. The honeysuckle taking over the fence on the other side and the old rose that is featured on the masthead will bolster the scent factor.

The calla and star lilies are up and appear to be robust. The white azaleas, alas, are doomed for the compost pile. Shrubs should be of sufficient size before they come home — this is the last time I flirt with baby azaleas. The retaining wall is filled with candytuft, but I’m pretty sure some purple petunias will find their way in there along with some white ones. I share this area’s love of petunias. They’re just so cheerful. Even saying the word petunia is smile-provoking.

Sissinghurst is one of the more famous white gardens and I’m never even going to come close.  Someone said that if gardening is a game, the white garden is chess.  They’re devilishly difficult to do well and I know I don’t have the patience and restraint for it.  Before you can say “like white on rice”, I’ll have something red or yellow in there.  But I’m starting with a plan and y’all that know me, know what a wonder that is.

Sunday Morning Gospel: Rank Strangers

(Warning:  if you hate bluegrass, you’ll want to keep on going.)

It’s been a weird couple of days.  My little blog (er…online journal) has been pretty political here the last 36 hours or so.  There are many people who blog about political stuff and most of them can do it far better than I. 

So, it’s Sunday Morning Gospel for me today.  I love old Gospel songs and Rank Strangers holds a special place in my heart.  Given the events of the past few days, it seemed fittin’.

I picked this version over the incomparable Ralph Stanley’s as my small attempt to encourage more people to record it.

Eldridge and Barbie Dolls vs. Doogan and Mudflats: Because Nice Matters

barbie

An Alaskan blogger who goes by the pseudonym AKMuckraker on The Mudflats has had her identity outed by Alaskan State Representative Mike Doogan (D). In short, Doogan got his panties in a tangle when AKMuckraker took him to task on the subject of email etiquette. He is further disgruntled because he seems to feel that AKM has no right to free speech if she speaks anonymously. Doogan, it seems, has never read The Federalist Papers, or Benjamin Franklin, or any of the legendary political writers who wrote anonymously.

 

A tempest in a teapot? A moose in the two-lane? I don’t think so.

 

There are two main issues here – his actions and his response: 1) Doogan outed a private citizen who wished to blog anonymously; and 2) His constituency (and others) are letting him know that they don’t like it and he’s letting them know he doesn’t like their rants and is keeping count.

 

It’s the second issue I want to talk about.

One West Virginia state delegate, Jeff Eldridge, caught all kinds of flack for proposing a law that would ban Barbie dolls in the state of West Virginia. His reasons centered on how the doll damages (maybe) the self-esteem of young girls. I was one of the people who rolled my eyes in disgust.  Although I played with Barbies and think my self-esteem is fine (perhaps even veering toward narcissism), I agree that Barbie possesses the potential to send the wrong signals to young girls. The world is full of wrong signals – more so than when I was young, but that could be the old fart in me talking. BUT. . .but. . .but. . .Rome is burning and Nero wants to ban Barbie dolls. The timing was ill done and the cynical me wondered if it was a smokescreen to sidetrack more important legislation. I didn’t bother to write him.

Even worse, to some extent, is that the national news got hold of it and we were lampooned and lambasted world-wide. I’ve never heard so many toothless Barbie jokes in my life.

While in Charleston during the Barbie fiasco, a friend of mine happened to be staying at the same hotel Eldridge was. She ran into him in the business center. It started as one of those strange conversations that only happen to some of us, but she and he ended up talking. While I wasn’t there, the gist of the conversation was that he was getting thousands of emails and attempting to send a personal answer to each sender – yes, read that again – a personal response to each email. For negative comments, he was responding with something akin to “Thank you for your negative response.” I’m told he explained that often elicited a second email that was much calmer to which he explained his reasoning for proposing a bill that had no chance of success.

My friend was exhausted by the conference she was attending and the full impact of what he was saying didn’t hit her until she was relaying the story to me. During the legislative session, this guy was sitting in the business center of a downtown hotel frantically trying to send personal, polite email to thousands of people of whom, by his reckoning, 80% were furious with him. A great deal of that mail was, no doubt, vitriolic and foul. I’m sure he was called lots of nasty things.

Now let’s talk about what Doogan is doing. Doogan stripped a blogger of her right to privacy without regard for her reasons or her safety. When her supporters, some of them really angry and nasty, emailed him, how has he responded?

Ooooo wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. He didn’t need to state that he doesn’t believe in any such thing as email etiquette. It’s quite apparent that this guy is far too hot-tempered to be a public servant.  All over the internet, folks are posting their responses from Doogan. Here’s one of my favorites from the comments section of Dawn Teo’s excellent piece on the Doogan fiasco at the Huffington Post: “If you send more than one rant, you mess up my count.”

Doogan is keeping a tab on who sends him email. If you send more than one “rant”, you’re messing up his count.

Yes, folks. Doogan is responding to at least some email. (He didn’t to mine, but I only sent one. I’m sorely tempted to send another.)  Clearly, Doogan has strong convictions which to his mind justifies his actions. Rather than share those convictions, he sends what could be veiled threats – I’m keeping track of you all and you’re messing up my count.

Why, exactly, does he need to keep count?

But back to Eldridge for a moment.

The following day, after a late evening in the business center, Eldridge made a speech on the floor of the legislature and explained his reasons for the Barbie bill. He also apologized for allowing West Virginia to be made the butt of yet more hillbilly jokes. He received a standing ovation from his colleagues. Of course, his intentions were honorable – as were his actions. His email etiquette was impeccable.

Doogan’s situation couldn’t be more different. Doogan made a mistake. Instead of apologizing and explaining his thought processes, he is taking names, keeping a list, and counting AKMuckraker supporters. I doubt anyone in Alaska is going to get an apology.  I hope his colleagues in Alaska stand in ovation when he is reprimanded. I know I will.

My doctor has a sign in her office that reads: because nice matters.

Here’s Doogan’s official contact information again in case you want to be included in the count.

Mike Doogan: CONTACT ME
Ph: (907) 465-4998
Or (800) 689-4998
Fax: (907) 465-4419
doogan@akdemocrats.org
Representative_Mike_Doogan@legis.state.ak.us