My vote is for a pot of red tulips! It was traditional for my Dad to bring home an Easter plant for my mother. Usually it was hyacinths. After I married and started cooking Easter dinner for my parents, my Dad would bring a plant to me. The last year of his life, he stopped by my office a few days before Easter. I can still picture him, walking in, all smiles with a pale blue golf jacket on, carrying the most gorgeous pot of red tulips for me. After the tulips died down, I planted them in my garden. Have never had any luck with bulbs flowering again, here in the northeast. That July he passed. The next spring, nothing. The second spring, lo and behold, what came up but the red tulips and have so every year since. When they blossom I look at them and say "Hi Dad".