Life at The Perry Farm
I thought this blog entry was going to be about how the Perry Farm helps us to be frugal, about how it devours our time and brings us such joy that we have no desire to desert it to go to a shopping mall or a nice hotel. The farm doesn’t care what we wear, as... Continue Reading →
Our autumn meadow isn't much to look at from a distance: It is a tangle of grass and weeds, much of it brittle and wind fallen. It is not a meadow of romance, full of silky, waist-high grass. In fact, if Keith and I started on opposite ends and ran toward one another, we'd trip in... Continue Reading →
Cottonwoods grow up along the margins of whatever landscape we humans denude and then occupy. But this is their grace and their history, to grow unbidden, untended, and yet beloved.
M. H. Perry 