Life at The Perry Farm
We are eating deviled eggs and Ritz crackers in the shade of Uncle Mit, a thirty-foot tall Arbor Vitae that started out as a sprig of greenery in a funeral wreath fifty years ago. In front of us is the flower garden: Butterfly bushes, zinnias, and six kinds of sunflowers in full bloom. To our... Continue Reading →
We have picked more than twelve gallons of blueberries from our six bushes this year. But the season is past now, and last night Keith removed the bird netting and put it away for next year. We scoured the end bushes for the last harvest. The final berries are smaller, darker, their sweetness more concentrated.... Continue Reading →
We were up late the other night, worrying about the drought that is shriveling our corn and beans, and so we turned on Craig Ferguson, hoping for some silly diversion. Unfortunately, we tuned in at the commercial break which--wouldn’t you know it—was promoting Valley Irrigation Systems. Sigh. We have done everything in our power to... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 