Not a Lot Going On…

I used to try to rescue people. I don’t know if I am “over” that yet which is one reason I am dedicated to a solitary life. I think the trait is deeply entrenched in my personality. It’s a fine line between helping someone and years later looking in the mirror and saying to the exhausted image “Good god, how could I have been such an idiot?” Attempting rescue is a highly egocentric act. It violates the “prime directive.” It’s a Star Trek thing but I think it’s very wise.

As the right of each sentient species to live in accordance with its normal cultural evolution is considered sacred, no Starfleet personnel may interfere with the normal and healthy development of alien life and culture. Such interference includes introducing superior knowledge, strength, or technology to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely. Starfleet personnel may not violate this Prime Directive, even to save their lives and/or their ship, unless they are acting to right an earlier violation or an accidental contamination of said culture. This directive takes precedence over any and all other considerations, and carries with it the highest moral obligation.

My yard still needs further rescue (it’s OK to rescue a back yard), but I don’t think much more is going to happen out there in terms of construction and pick-action. The dogs have adjusted well to the changes, since they didn’t happen all at once. As far as the season goes, we’re beyond the preparation stage and into the cultivation and maintenance stage. Every year the absurd number of female elm trees let loose their very fertile seeds and gardening turns into the task of pulling out tiny trees before they take over the world. The lilacs and aspen are also trying to take over the world so it’s a war out there.

ALL of the poet beans are doing well so far, even little Liu Changqing — now Wang Wei — in the front yard. His position is exposed to the wind but he’s holding his own. Sadly (though he will not know the difference) I had to change his name to Wang Wei. There are not enough poems in existence (in English? at all?) for Liu Changqing to survive in those great bean poetry competitions.

The tomatoes seem to be thriving, and I think I bought my last “box’o’salad” for the summer. At some point I will have to dig out all the iris and separate them and replant some of them and attempt to find homes for the rest.

In the Hills

FROM dwindling stream white stones emerge;
Frosty the day and few the crimson leaves;
No rain has fallen on the mountain path —
Men’s clothes are soaked by the green solitude.

Wang Wei trans Gladys Yang

9 thoughts on “Not a Lot Going On…

  1. I think it is human nature to violate the “prime directive”…I have an absurd need to rescue and rehome every little plant that no longer fits in my garden and that I don’t deem a weed.

  2. Rescuing flowers and plants is much more rewarding. They don’t blame you if something goes wrong despite your best intentions. Much less exhausting than rescuing people. Your iris are beautiful too 🙂

  3. It is a slippery slope to rescue people – especially those who don’t know they need to be rescued! We rescued 3 boxes of hostas that a man dug up and tossed to the curb. We now have been able to expedite filling in the bare spots along the fence. I predict that in 2 years we will have a nice lush border of day lilies, lily of the valley and hostas! I have some iris that Sparky is determined to kill. This is the second year in a row that he has parked the garden hose on top of them! I got one to bloom… Wang Wei sounds like a nice name for a pretty bean and a good poet!

    • My extra irises are going out to the hell strip or parking or whatever that strip of grass is called between the sidewalk and the street. 🙂 In fall when the rhisomes are full of happy sunshine.

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