Life at The Perry Farm
Starting in June, the Perry Farm is yellow. Yellow with coreopsis. Yellow with black-eyed Susan and yellow coneflower. Yellow with partridge pea and six kinds of goldenrod. There is so much yellow that I have to go looking for the outliers. That patch of red? Royal catchfly and cardinal flowers. That clump of orange? Butterfly... 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 →
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 