Life at The Perry Farm
Mea culpa: I haven’t written a word in two months. What’s that about? Two things, mostly: The end of our COVID-19 lockdown, and the beginning of gardening season. Now that we’ve reconnected f2f with family and friends, I’ve spent a lot of time cleaning and cooking, tasks I’d mostly ignored when there was no one... Continue Reading →
It has been one of those weeks, the sort that has left Keith incapable of doing much more than boiling water for tea and finding a sunny spot to sit and drink it in. Before he can get comfortable, I hand him a bucket. “The walnuts,” I say. “We’ve been stumbling over them all month.... Continue Reading →
We are closing in on fall here at the Perry Farm, which is always good news and bad news. Good because we are exhausted from our outdoor work; bad because for the first time, it’s difficult for us to imagine what comes next. Not a vacation, even though October traditionally is our vacation month. Not... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 