Thank you yoko.
The tulips here are as in your city. Only the very early ones are in bloom, and the rest are just basking in the warmth of the sun, ready to open.
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When the cloud washes the tulip's face in spring
Arise merrily and the red goblet bring;
For this meadow which you look with joy
Shall mold a rose from your dust in the spring.
Khayam