And it's amazing the little things that pop into one's mind suddenly: after writing the "incurable romantic" line I remembered very often bringing home flowers to her - spur of the moment - and having them pretty much dismissed because the were just "gas station flowers," which is often where I often happened to be when the spur-of-the-moment thought originated.
Sheesh.

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac