A couple of weeks ago, somehow–maybe it was listing to a “This American Life” podcast–but somehow, I have had the Barbra Streisand & Neil Diamond song, “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers”, in my head.
You don’t bring me flowers
You don’t sing me love songs…
And you don’t bring me flowers anymore…
It is actually a pretty sad song after I read the lyrics…so it doesn’t reflect in anyway the way I feel about my truly wonderful marriage. But, the tune gets stuck in my head.
So when I saw a picture of a flower just now…guess what popped in my head?
You don’t bring me flowers
You don’t sing me love songs…
And you don’t bring me flowers anymore…
Then I realized…I can not remember the last time I saw a flower!
It may have been in a convoy through Baghdad–but I’m not sure.
It may have been a random wildflower on the side of the road.
But, love flowers.
My Dad has a wonderful garden–one of the things he continues to teach me is an appreciation for flowers and nice plants. He has a special skill for growing African Violets. I’m not a vegetable lover–what’s the point of all that work if you are going to pick it and eat it. Vegetable has a short appreciation life–a flower you can see for at least several days or even some as long as a month or so.
So, when I go back to Germany–this happened last time as well–I am going to visit the stores and bring home some flowers and fill the Living Room with colors.
I miss flowers.
Stephanie says
I’m sure someone else will enjoy those flowers too. Will you buy 3 bouquets – one for each of you “girls?” ๐