I keep a vase of sage on my desk, in hope that the ancient herb will somehow install wisdom, clarity and creativity into my brain.

It's not really a vase, it's just an old glass; I couldn't find a vase to fit.

And, well, I've only placed the sage there because it's the only thing growing in my slowly-dying garden. 

I don't have flowers any more. I haven't had for a long while.