DNA: You Don’t Bring Me Flowers

In this context, “DNA” means Does Not Apply, and what doesn’t apply in this case is the song You Don’t Bring Me Flowers by Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand. Yes, I know that it is a sappy and musically homogenous, but when my iTunes shuffled to it the other day, I had to smile, because the tragic faded love about which they sang was not like my own marriage, and specifically that I do, in fact, bring Abby flowers all the time, and that there was a lovely rose next to her even as that song played.

I thought of it again today after Abby and I slept late. When she got up, I made coffee for her and heated up two of her famous cinnamon rolls. (Sidebar: in spite of wanting to freeze some because she made so many, they have proven so popular that we are almost out of them.) As I presented her breakfast to her, I noticed that the rose was wilting. I had noted while mowing yesterday that Dorothy’s iris and roses were flowering like I hadn’t seen in years. So Today I ran down and got Abby two beautiful specimens and put them in my mother’s purple vase for her. Good husband: 1, You Don’t Bring Me Flowers: 0.

I thought these two flowers together were amazingly beautiful. There are many more in Dorothy's garden.
I thought these two flowers together were amazingly beautiful. There are many more in Dorothy's garden.
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