Take a breath, because this tiny Bostonian home is about to pumpkin-spice your eyeballs. If you grew up back east—or, like me, spent childhood weekends in and around Boston in the fall—you can practically smell wet leaves and brick dust from here. This miniature hits all the right notes: buttoned-up red brick, creamy white trim, neat dormers peeking like polite top hats, and two “I definitely host book clubs” bay windows overflowing with floral confidence.
