Should be loving and giving, but even I don't go that far with tulip anthropomorphism.
To amuse myself on Wednesday morning I put together a Manchester United red-and-white bunch, something that turned out to be very apt when later that day Alex Ferguson resigned. I grew up with Man Utd and Bobby Charlton and Nobby Stiles and George Best all playing the classic red and white strip. My brothers supported Manchester City and my Mum supported United (but was still able to acknowledge Man City's generosity towards Man Utd after the war when they let them share their ground, Maine Road, because Old Trafford had suffered bomb damage). I've never been bothered about football, but growing up just outside Manchester you couldn't avoid it. My interest extended only to what the players wore, and I also liked the West Ham colours and the bright orange-yellow of Wolverhampton Wanderers. But nothing could or can beat the simple, striking combination of bright red and pure Persil white on a pitch.
Or in a vase. (The photo taken today shows just how mad some tulips go once they have been picked.)