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 →
(Cardinal photo courtesy of Amy Lynch) Our days begin with birds. We drink hot tea at the kitchen table as the sun rises and the birds gather at the feeder in the holly trees. These trees are twenty feet tall and grown together in a dense clump. One day they will block our view, but... 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 →
M. H. Perry 