The Last Rose- in a world devoid of hope Gem had found a single rose, thought to have vanished from existence. She knew she had to keep it secret, hide it and care for it. The last proof on earth that somewhere there is someone still holding hope.
Ancient live Oak trees in Georgia. "It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” ― Robert Louis Stevenson
if this was my joint, I'd get morning glories, let them grow up the walls and along the railings. Fill it with ferns and flowers. Have a moss-covered fountain and make this a home for butterflies. How awesome would it be to step into that every morning? Or creepy if you get up in the middle of the night and one flies into your face.