A major bonus in this attic is the window seat... spanning 6 feet wide by 2 feet deep, it is a lovely place for looking at the trees from a different perspective. And when our trees are blooming it's hard to feel less than hopeful, blessed by the sheer beauty that returns each spring. Taking breaks from creating collage, assemblage, magnets, whatever, to plop down on a cushion with a book reinvigorates without taking too much art time.
Our neighbors use a lawn service (I always wonder what that is they're spraying, when they leave those "Stay Off the Grass," the little warning signs in their wake) but we don't even fertilize. On even the greyest winter morning birds nest in the branches so there's always something to see, but when the buds first appear, then burst open, it reminds me of faith: no matter that so many months pass without a promise, the unfailing delivery never falls short of miraculous.