The House of a Wise Old Aunt

There were a dozen steps up to the front porch, and each baluster was painted in a complex repeating design. I thought that it must have been the house of a wise old aunt. These old houses held so many secrets and stories,. When you bumped into the small, beautiful details, that could easily be missed. It felt like stumbling on a treasure. The twists and the wrought iron fence, the peonies waiting for the ants to finish their meal. The penny turned face up in the sidewalk, carefully painted ballisters, and the space set out for fairies to garden.