Life at The Perry Farm
Sweet Joe-Pye weed is blooming in the meadow. I love its color—a pale mauve unlike that of any other flower that grows on the Perry Farm. It looks like pink smoke hanging over the pond. Or Cinderella’s ball gown, embroidered with gossamer-fine pink silk thread. I also love its name. The Mohican Joseph Shauquethqueat was... Continue Reading →
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 →
(Cardinal photo courtesy of Amy Lynch) Our days begin with birds. We drink hot tea at the kitchen table as the sun rises and the birds gather at the feeder in the holly trees. These trees are twenty feet tall and grown together in a dense clump. One day they will block our view, but... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 