My children spend a preponderance of the time that they spend outside not picking the flowers out of their Nana's flower garden. They are very good about not picking them, but you can tell, as you spend time with them outside, that they are not simply ignoring the flowers and letting them live out their brief yet beautiful lives in peace, but rather they are, by grim-jawed effort of will, at every moment choosing the virtuous path, i.e. not picking their Nana's flowers.
If this distinction is fuzzy to you, allow me to illustrate. Here is a picture of Margaret not picking flowers:
And here she is concentrating on not picking them.