But, I digress.
At the beginning of our long walk, we stumbled across the oldest house in Edmonton.
Perhaps stumbled isn't the right word. My sister knew it was there. The only reason I found myself drawn to it was the bright orange trim. I'm sure it wasn't the original colour that John Walter painted it back in 1875, but I kind of love it. Orange and white, even the antlers over the door... century old log house, I'd want it to look exactly like this.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I have an exciting house update coming your way on Monday. You might find a hint on my Pinterest boards!