Life at The Perry Farm
Starting in June, the Perry Farm is yellow. Yellow with coreopsis. Yellow with black-eyed Susan and yellow coneflower. Yellow with partridge pea and six kinds of goldenrod. There is so much yellow that I have to go looking for the outliers. That patch of red? Royal catchfly and cardinal flowers. That clump of orange? Butterfly... Continue Reading →
I know nothing about horses, but I do know something about wildflowers: They’re beautiful, enticing, intoxicating. Which is what Riley, the runaway horse, discovered after travelling four miles in search of a boyfriend. She opted for our patch of native forbs and grasses instead, fifty unfenced acres where she could run around and kick up... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 