Welcome to My Green Vermont
I was born in Barcelona, where I went to a school run by German nuns, studied solfeggio, and played the violin. When I was ten, my parents and I moved to Ecuador, where I had a number of exotic pets and strange adventures. Four years later, we landed in Birmingham, Alabama. None of us spoke English, and the strange adventures continued. (Many of these appear in My Green Vermont.)
Survived high school. Got B.A. in French and Biology, Ph.D. in Romance Languages (French and Spanish). Gave up the Church and the violin, got married, had two daughters, taught at a liberal arts college in Maryland. Also grew veggies, made bread, kept chickens, milked goats, and wrote for newspapers and magazines. I got bored with teaching, took up running, and went into higher ed administration. I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), and learned to live in a totally different way.
I started My Green Vermont when we moved to that state. For ten years I lived with my spouse, three dogs, twelve hens, two goats, and assorted passing wildlife in a house on a hill, surrounded by fields and woods. In 2014, we moved to a cottage in a continuing care residential community near Lake Champlain. Gave up livestock and vegetable gardening in favor of wild birds, honeybees, a little red dog, and a gray cat.
My Green Vermont is a fertile compost pile made up of stories about the weirdness of growing up in three countries and three languages; portraits of beloved animals, both wild and domestic; and reflections on aging, being kind to the earth, and staying as calm as possible. I hope you will visit often, and add your own stories and reactions.
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Snow Outdoors, Plants Indoors
I promised myself I wouldn\’t write about the weather today, but since it\’s reaching epic proportions, I\’m sharing a photo of what it looked like this afternoon just outside the
Bisou In Winter
In a word, she loves it. And for someone with a 300-year history of intensive lapdog breeding in her genes, she is remarkably sporting about it. Some of her littermates
Meditator Wannabe
I understand that it takes a smoker an average of six serious tries before he or she can kick the smoking habit for good. I\’ve been keeping this in mind
Meditation With Blizzard And Bisou
Afterwards I took the three dogs down the driveway for a walk in the storm. It was absolutely quiet, except for a chickadee, who was singing his spring song.
Speaking Of Foxes…
In yesterday\’s post I wrote about the fox that lives at the bottom of the front field and occasionally steals one of our chickens. Here is a clay sculpture I
Winter Bunny
This is our resident bunny. He (she?) lives a fraught existence, between the backyard where three dogs who would love to tear him to pieces occasionally roam, and the front
Why I No Longer Take My Dogs For Walks Around The Neighborhood
Laurie has been writing about loose, unruly dogs knocking down her elderly Boscoe (click on the name to find the link) when she takes him for walks on leash near
Pumpkin Bread
When the temperature outside is below zero, it becomes morally imperative to make something that requires turning on the oven. Yesterday afternoon was the ideal time for making pumpkin bread.
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Snow Outdoors, Plants Indoors
I promised myself I wouldn\’t write about the weather today, but since it\’s reaching epic proportions, I\’m sharing a photo of what it looked like this afternoon just outside the
Bisou In Winter
In a word, she loves it. And for someone with a 300-year history of intensive lapdog breeding in her genes, she is remarkably sporting about it. Some of her littermates
Meditator Wannabe
I understand that it takes a smoker an average of six serious tries before he or she can kick the smoking habit for good. I\’ve been keeping this in mind
Meditation With Blizzard And Bisou
Afterwards I took the three dogs down the driveway for a walk in the storm. It was absolutely quiet, except for a chickadee, who was singing his spring song.
Speaking Of Foxes…
In yesterday\’s post I wrote about the fox that lives at the bottom of the front field and occasionally steals one of our chickens. Here is a clay sculpture I
Winter Bunny
This is our resident bunny. He (she?) lives a fraught existence, between the backyard where three dogs who would love to tear him to pieces occasionally roam, and the front
Why I No Longer Take My Dogs For Walks Around The Neighborhood
Laurie has been writing about loose, unruly dogs knocking down her elderly Boscoe (click on the name to find the link) when she takes him for walks on leash near
Pumpkin Bread
When the temperature outside is below zero, it becomes morally imperative to make something that requires turning on the oven. Yesterday afternoon was the ideal time for making pumpkin bread.