Life at The Perry Farm
The storyline of one of my most frequent dreams goes like this: I am in my own home, and I discover that it has a series of rooms I’ve never been in. They’re nicer than the ones I’m used to: More spacious, brightly lit, and full of new, expensive furniture. Or I am in my... Continue Reading →
We own a woods, a hundred acres of white oaks, hard maples, hickory, and beech trees. We own it thanks to Keith's mother, who grew up on an adjacent farmstead, bought by her German grandparents with money they saved from working the New England textile mills. We are lucky to own this woods: It is a... Continue Reading →
M. H. Perry 