You are standing within a large circular porch to the east of the lower hallway just beneath the Conjuring Room. The scent of jasmine floats in on a gentle breeze from a dense stand of bushes in the side yard nearby. The gaslamp sconces attached to the round oaken columns softly glow in the fading twilight, giving the wood a lustrous, bronzy sheen. Cushioned papasan chairs ring the area, interspersed with carved stone planters which are home to a variety of pleasant greeneries. Smaller glazed, red clay pots containing African violets and Boston ferns are set atop the low wall supporting the columns or hanging overhead suspended on polished wooden chains from the plank ceiling.

To the west, a finely carved oak door leads back into the house. To the south, beyond the line of flowering azaleas, is a small covered porch.