Life at The Perry Farm
Keith and I first encountered Newcomb’s Wildflower Guide in an Indiana Master Naturalist class. We already owned several guides, but we were always looking for a better one, one that was comprehensive but still portable, definitive but easy for non-botanists to apply. Each time we encountered a new wildflower, we had to consult all of... Continue Reading →
Sweet Joe-Pye weed is blooming in the meadow. I love its color—a pale mauve unlike that of any other flower that grows on the Perry Farm. It looks like pink smoke hanging over the pond. Or Cinderella’s ball gown, embroidered with gossamer-fine pink silk thread. I also love its name. The Mohican Joseph Shauquethqueat was... Continue Reading →
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 →
M. H. Perry 