A rose is so much more. I resist picking my flowers because I believe the hummingbirds and bees need them more than I do. But, tonight, I brought in a bucketful.
Storms coming that will shred the blooms anyway.
And I needed motivation to study. Seems lately I've gone from being almost a week ahead of schedule on my homework, to ringing my homework and quizzes in at a few minutes before the stroke of midnight (deadline for submissions). Nothing like a little bit of daily stress.
A rose = motivation to never quit.