A moment of beauty

At any set time I have a favourite flower, this might be a time of year or even a time of day, but at that particular moment in time, I can look at something in my garden and say 'at this moment you are the one'.  At this moment tulips are taking up a disproportionate amount of that favour.
Let's face it though, they are very beautiful.  They are fleeting, here one day gone a few days later.  They have their season and they are gone.
Apparently tulips are the symbol of perfect love.  There is something of perfection about a tulip.

Tulips originate from Persia, they are grown now extensively in Holland and various other parts of Europe.  At one time the Dutch got over excited by tulips, its much reported I have no need to go further into this.
There are some myths about tulips:  one from Iran is that when a young solder dies patriotically a red tulip will grow on his grave.  Another is that a Persian legend of a young man who threw himself off a cliff when he heard his love was dead.  Tulips grew where his body fell.  Sadly apparently his lover was not dead as a jealous rival had lied to him.   So not many cheerful myths on tulips unfortunately.
They are, however, a moment of beauty.