Life at The Perry Farm
I am not going to complain that there are no mushrooms in our woods this year, or that I have given up at least eight hours looking when I could have been separating our puny lettuces and spinach from the feisty henbit and chickweed that think the garden is theirs. I have no regrets about... Continue Reading →
This past Thanksgiving, we took a vow to make our meal only from locally grown, organic foods. And just like that, the holiday got simpler. For us, “locally-grown” and “organic” meant no noodles, dressing, bread, or pie. Just a beautiful turkey still wearing several of her pin feathers and one sturdy quill we had to... Continue Reading →
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 →
M. H. Perry 