He said: because those are the ones I always bring you.
He said it the way he said things that were obvious to him and that he found slightly amusing to have to explain, with the smile that had been the first thing I noticed about him when we met at a church social in 1968.
He always brought me red and yellow flowers on our anniversary. Every year. For forty-one years he brought me those colors.
I said: it’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever made me.
He said: it’s just a garden.
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