Life at The Perry Farm
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 →
Each fall, we press Perry Farm apples in the Seidel family cider press, a “Buckeye” that Keith’s great-grandfather, Franz Seidel, bought about 1875. Franz had travelled to the U.S. from Saxony after the Civil War. On board the clipper ship, he met a man who persuaded him to go to a Wisconsin dairy farm. But... Continue Reading →
This fall, Keith and I completed the Indiana Master Naturalist program. Over eight evenings, we met with experts on wetlands (Jeff Kiefer), wildflowers (Jim Nardi), invasive, edible, and medicinal plants (Karen Staub), bats (Joy O’Keefe), astronomy and night birds (Barbara Tibbett and Alan Bruner), butterflies (Jeff and Sandy Belth), land trusts (Phil Cox), naturalist authors... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 