A few months ago, just before my “Delete Nasty Posts Epiphany,” a blog reader was angry with me because I refused to post a nasty message suggesting I had Dementia.

After all, I misspelled the name of Calla Flowers and switched the names of Bud and Zip, a capital offense for the Social Media Police.

This was during the Dyslexia assaults, which have mysteriously mostly vanished. My disgruntled reader wrote that I only wanted to post approving messages; I wanted only a “Yay-Jon” blog. This sparked another revelation. Of course, I did, silly; what kind of fool would like a blog full of assaults and cruelty that he was publishing and paying for?

Finally, after years of struggle and diddling, I began my Delete-An-Asshole program (I love it and recommend it highly).  It was a good decision. I also got an AI editing program, and almost all the typos have vanished. Hmmm…..

I have been happy, my anger has mostly dissipated,  and the blog has gotten better, more focused, and more robust. It is becoming the safe place I always wanted it to be. I had to get past the trolls to figure this out. Many disagree with me daily, which is fine, but the social media nasties have disappeared.

I love the idea of “Yay-Jon Day” so much that I’ve decided to declare one today. It will be a day to meditate, read, think, and swim in silence, something I have come to love and need amidst all the noise of our society. Who is better to launch a “Yay-Jon Day” than Jon? I mostly like myself these days.

I want and need a non-religious Sabbath, a day of reflection and, hopefully, growth. I will put up my Flower Art photos around dusk; otherwise, I will keep my mouth shut and reflect on the other remaining parts of me—there are many—that can be improved upon.

I can’t skip a Flower Art post; I promised to put up my flower photos every night I could. So far, so good.

First, I’m going out to buy more blueberries; they will be available longer. Maria and I crave some silence and a Yay-Jon day of silence.

 

Fanny grazing, the sun peeked out.

 

Birds singing in the rain.

 

The sun made a brief appearance on the Nastirtiums.

 

Rain on the mountains.

 

 

Garden bed in the rain.

Zip in the apple tree, holding court. He knows how to pose.  Photo by Maria

 

Asher grazing.