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
Spring Training
While the Convalescent napped this morning, I took the dogs to the woods to take the edge off their energies. It was a bright, clear day. The kind of day
The Womanly Art Of Nursing
If you went into the back bedrooms of a Victorian mansion, a century or so ago, you could always find a lurking invalid or two, a child with an earache,
Rites Of Spring
Planted spinach today. Too early, you say? I read somewhere that spinach can be planted in the snow. I tried it once when I was living in Maryland, and the
Small Is Feasible
I\’ve been separated from my laptop for a week, and barely survived the deprivation. I\’m glad to be back. As the spring rush draws near, I\’ve been thinking about smallness
Mud Faerie
Her kind is all over the place in Vermont this time of year.
Hibernating Faeries
Took the dogs into the woods this morning, and this is what I saw:
Computer Troubles
Lost a long, fancy post the other day when my laptop crashed, so drew this hoping it will help:
The Slightest Whiff
It was bright and sunny today, so I took the dogs to the front field at midday. The snow is patchy there, and last summer\’s dried up grass is poking
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Spring Training
While the Convalescent napped this morning, I took the dogs to the woods to take the edge off their energies. It was a bright, clear day. The kind of day
The Womanly Art Of Nursing
If you went into the back bedrooms of a Victorian mansion, a century or so ago, you could always find a lurking invalid or two, a child with an earache,
Rites Of Spring
Planted spinach today. Too early, you say? I read somewhere that spinach can be planted in the snow. I tried it once when I was living in Maryland, and the
Small Is Feasible
I\’ve been separated from my laptop for a week, and barely survived the deprivation. I\’m glad to be back. As the spring rush draws near, I\’ve been thinking about smallness
Mud Faerie
Her kind is all over the place in Vermont this time of year.
Hibernating Faeries
Took the dogs into the woods this morning, and this is what I saw:
Computer Troubles
Lost a long, fancy post the other day when my laptop crashed, so drew this hoping it will help:
The Slightest Whiff
It was bright and sunny today, so I took the dogs to the front field at midday. The snow is patchy there, and last summer\’s dried up grass is poking