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
Man Does Not Live By Bread Alone…
…nor critters by kibble, hay, grain, laying mash, or fish pellets. I spend a good deal of time administering all these things, and then cleaning up the resulting poop. But
Buying Honey
We were on our way back from Bennington the other day, when I saw the sign in front of a small house, “Honey For Sale.” “Stop!” I yelled, and we
Five Memories Of My Father
1. The feel of his mustache on my neck. 2. His gray hat and his winter coat, which made his head and shoulders look gigantic. 3. Sitting on his lap
Cooking Roses
I\’ve got a bunch of roses heating in my cast-iron Dutch oven. They started out as the reddish-pink blooms of a semi-wild rosebush that I\’ve allowed to grow next to
Cutest Of All Spring Babies
At this time of year in Vermont, every time you leave the house you see animal infants: little white lambs on the big meadow by the river; red or black-and-white
The Wolf In The Sheep Fold
Today I took Wolfie for a “herding instinct” evaluation. I did this because his intensity around the goats has been driving me crazy, and I wanted to find out whether
These Long, Long Days
The last days before the solstice, time stretches like taffy. At almost 9 p.m., it\’s still light, which means that I feel as though I have all the time in
Slow Food, Slow Living
I\’ve been reading a book about the Slow Food movement, and about slowing down our lives in general. I agree that the clock, industrialization, and the digital age have upset
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Man Does Not Live By Bread Alone…
…nor critters by kibble, hay, grain, laying mash, or fish pellets. I spend a good deal of time administering all these things, and then cleaning up the resulting poop. But
Buying Honey
We were on our way back from Bennington the other day, when I saw the sign in front of a small house, “Honey For Sale.” “Stop!” I yelled, and we
Five Memories Of My Father
1. The feel of his mustache on my neck. 2. His gray hat and his winter coat, which made his head and shoulders look gigantic. 3. Sitting on his lap
Cooking Roses
I\’ve got a bunch of roses heating in my cast-iron Dutch oven. They started out as the reddish-pink blooms of a semi-wild rosebush that I\’ve allowed to grow next to
Cutest Of All Spring Babies
At this time of year in Vermont, every time you leave the house you see animal infants: little white lambs on the big meadow by the river; red or black-and-white
The Wolf In The Sheep Fold
Today I took Wolfie for a “herding instinct” evaluation. I did this because his intensity around the goats has been driving me crazy, and I wanted to find out whether
These Long, Long Days
The last days before the solstice, time stretches like taffy. At almost 9 p.m., it\’s still light, which means that I feel as though I have all the time in
Slow Food, Slow Living
I\’ve been reading a book about the Slow Food movement, and about slowing down our lives in general. I agree that the clock, industrialization, and the digital age have upset