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
The Nose Report
Blame it on my Mediterranean origins, but to me a garden, to be a garden, has to smell good, and it has to smell strong. Wild marjoram, lavender, rosemary–the hardy,
Laundry Issues
This is the time of year when I dry our laundry outdoors, on one of those umbrella thingies that we put up and take down each laundry day. (Laundry day
Book Burning
Well, not quite. But it\’s winter here again (temps in the 50s) and raining, and as long as there was no way I could be out pruning lilacs, I thought
Summer Afternoon In The Kitchen
We\’re having what I call \”hurricane weather\”–low barometric pressure and high humidity that makes temperatures in the low 80s feel tropical. Not my kind of weather at all. Certainly not
Taking Stock
Even around here, gardening season is in full swing, and the vegetable garden is starting to look threatening–meaning that it\’s about to overwhelm me with its bounty. The lettuce plants
The Story of Theo, Bisou\’s Brother
Last December, as we prepared to welcome our descendants for the holidays, I felt disaster looming. There would be eight of us humans in the house, and three dogs. The
Counting Chickens
This morning we moved the hens to their new pasture in the field in front of the house. First we set up the portable fence in the new spot, then
Bug Spray
Though it has been cool and breezy here so far–not good weather for bugs–I already bear on my neck the Mark of the Black Fly: a hard welt with a
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
The Nose Report
Blame it on my Mediterranean origins, but to me a garden, to be a garden, has to smell good, and it has to smell strong. Wild marjoram, lavender, rosemary–the hardy,
Laundry Issues
This is the time of year when I dry our laundry outdoors, on one of those umbrella thingies that we put up and take down each laundry day. (Laundry day
Book Burning
Well, not quite. But it\’s winter here again (temps in the 50s) and raining, and as long as there was no way I could be out pruning lilacs, I thought
Summer Afternoon In The Kitchen
We\’re having what I call \”hurricane weather\”–low barometric pressure and high humidity that makes temperatures in the low 80s feel tropical. Not my kind of weather at all. Certainly not
Taking Stock
Even around here, gardening season is in full swing, and the vegetable garden is starting to look threatening–meaning that it\’s about to overwhelm me with its bounty. The lettuce plants
The Story of Theo, Bisou\’s Brother
Last December, as we prepared to welcome our descendants for the holidays, I felt disaster looming. There would be eight of us humans in the house, and three dogs. The
Counting Chickens
This morning we moved the hens to their new pasture in the field in front of the house. First we set up the portable fence in the new spot, then
Bug Spray
Though it has been cool and breezy here so far–not good weather for bugs–I already bear on my neck the Mark of the Black Fly: a hard welt with a