Little Red House -Emilia Nienajadlo

The one place that I will never forget is the little farmhouse my aunt owns in Poland. She does live in another actual house, however she also owns the couple of acres of land on which the farmhouse is on. It left an impression on me because it is so cozy, cute, and because the views are gorgeous. Walking through the white wooden fence you see plants everywhere. From the vegetables on your right, to the fruit on the left, and all the little regular flowers and grasses in between. You feel like you are in a painting because of all the different, vibrant colors in front of you. Still taking in the whole scene, the big cherry tree catches your eye with its thick branches swaying in the wind. Then you see a little house; painted bright red with white windows. You walk on the dirt path past the garden and into the house. You stop because you’re confused. You’re in the doorway and you can already see the kitchen, living room, and door to the bathroom. But where are the bedrooms? You look around again and you notice a door on the ceiling. You open it up and stairs appear. You climb them up apprehensively. However you find yourself in a tiny room. You see three small beds, a wooden table, and a drawer. Those things don’t really matter; it’s the window that catches your eye. Taking up most of the wall, the big, clear window shows you the outside world. From the stairs, you only see the top of the cherry tree, the white fence, and your aunt’s car standing on the grassy path. You walk up to the window to get a better view and you’re amazed. You’re overwhelmed. You see the entire cherry tree, swaying with the wind, and the colors of the garden. You see the grassy path that led you here and a few parked cars. Then you see the other pieces of land, styled each in their own way. Broad apple and plum trees, tall sunflowers growing towards the sun, the green grasses dancing, and the little bees and butterflies flying in the air. The sun is shining down on everything and the white, puffy clouds effortlessly pass by. The frogs hop from place to place playing a game of hide-and-seek. And the lone cat under the cherry tree decides to take a nap. You just stand there for what seems like ages, enjoying the view and wondering how such an extraordinary place can seem so normal to anyone.