A few months ago a local woman named Claire stopped by to visit. A native of Stockbridge, now in her 88th year, Claire recalled the early owners of the house. The Palmer ladies were quite old when Claire was a young girl. The house was so overgrown and dilapidated back then and the local children were afraid to approach the place to sell girl scout cookies or candy. "We called it 'The Witches House' because it was scary." she said. Turns out the two ladies who owned the house

What a difference expert carpentry and a paint job make. Rick has spent months rebuilding the exterior porches and replacing clapboards. I've been busy painting and look at the contrast between old & new! Rick is repairing a hole in the copper roof where once the hated cast iron plumbing pipe lived. It was smashed to bits awhile ago and new plumbing is scheduled in the next few weeks.

A sad day at Tangledweed. Today we lost Buoy, our head supervisor and hardest worker. Buoy struggled for months with a tumor on his leg, which finally lead to his downfall. During the coldest days of winter and the hottest summer mornings, he was up with the sun and keeping a keen watch on all the people working on the old house. Below is a picture of his last assignment: trying to motivate our slow-moving plumber. Buoy was a Norwegian Buhund, a sheep herder by nature. He was