Life at The Perry Farm
We used the last of our 2022 tomatoes, which we'd wrapped loosely in newspaper and stored in the garage three months ago. And I finally ground up the hot peppers I'd been drying in the breezeway, though it wasn't until my nose and hands began to burn that I thought to put on a mask... Continue Reading →
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 →
M. H. Perry 