In my new apartment, there is an outdoor space that is only half outdoors. It has cement walls and a roof, which is the bottom of someone else's deck. A slice of sun comes in from the stairs, and it feels like you're outdoors when you're out there, and even though it's weird and cell-ish, I have fallen in love with it as if it were a real yard.
These are the things I love about it:
1. We have rigged a spastic network of strings to hang our laundry on, and when we've just done a load of whites it looks beautiful and rustic. (Think western prairie scene beautiful.)
2. I've rigged a haphazard network of white Christmas lights through the space, and when you turn them on at dusk it looks beautiful and magical. (Think Southern Italy hillside town at dusk beautiful.)
3. My aunt made a garland out of all her extra pieces of fabric, and it makes the whole space feel beautiful and colorful. (Think my aunt gardening in Oregon beautiful.)
4. My parents bought us an antique table and chairs, and the paint's chipping off, and it fits perfectly, and when you sit in the chairs you feel like you fit perfectly, and when you have a coffee in one hand and a macaron from Miette in the other, all of life seems pretty damn beautiful. (Think outdoor dinner party in Berkeley beautiful.)
5. There is an enormous wrought iron "M" leaning against the wall, that my sister gave me for my birthday. Now it is birthing succulents... (Think Flora Grub beautiful!)