Life at The Perry Farm
If you live in Illinois, it is impossible to avoid the hourly barrage of bad news about a state government that still has not passed a budget, even though the fiscal year is ¾ over. But Illinois’ is not the only circus in town—the national political scene is just as short-sighted, just as uncivil, and... Continue Reading →
I meant to tell you how we spent the sunny fall morning at The Perry Farm. I sat here reading near the window, looking up every now and then at the birds gathering in the holly trees-- nuthatches walking up the trunk in their grey tuxedos and white shirts. Black capped chickadees zipping by with... Continue Reading →
What do I know about bees? Nothing that would make it to the American Bee Journal. I’ve taken a class and attended beekeeping meetings. I read books and blogs. Mostly I pay attention to my own bees. And four months into it, I realize that I know next to nothing about the science involved—I’m like... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 