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
Yak Glovelettes
Shopping for clothes these days is complicated. It used to be that all I had to worry about was finding something that looked and felt good on me, but now
An Interview With Wolfie And Bisou
Wolfie, Bisou and I were interviewed in \”Coffee With A Canine.\” You can take a look here.
An Innocent In Coffeeland
For years, although I liked nothing better than a good, strong cup of coffee, I drank instant coffee at home. Then, for a long time, I gave up coffee along
Iris On Happiness
The British novelist and philosopher, Iris Murdoch, wrote, \”One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.\” At first this sounds like hedonism with a small \”h,\”
Rainy Sunday At The Farmers\’ Market
At the nearby farmers\’ market there is a little old couple–actually, they are probably my age, but never mind–who sell potatoes. Tiny red ones the size of meatballs; deep indigo
More Crimes Against Nature: Lemon
The list of crimes against Nature in my Vermont garden is getting longer. Along with espaliering an apricot tree and growing figs in a pot, I am attempting to produce
Crimes Against Nature: Fig
Any day now, the Angel of the Killing Frost will descend to put an end to the 2013 gardening season. Vermont gardeners will store away their tools and retire to
Duckweed
Ping and Pong, my fantail goldfish, live in a large tub in the sun porch. The tub\’s amenities include a gravel floor and a little bamboo fountain that oxygenates the
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Yak Glovelettes
Shopping for clothes these days is complicated. It used to be that all I had to worry about was finding something that looked and felt good on me, but now
An Interview With Wolfie And Bisou
Wolfie, Bisou and I were interviewed in \”Coffee With A Canine.\” You can take a look here.
An Innocent In Coffeeland
For years, although I liked nothing better than a good, strong cup of coffee, I drank instant coffee at home. Then, for a long time, I gave up coffee along
Iris On Happiness
The British novelist and philosopher, Iris Murdoch, wrote, \”One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.\” At first this sounds like hedonism with a small \”h,\”
Rainy Sunday At The Farmers\’ Market
At the nearby farmers\’ market there is a little old couple–actually, they are probably my age, but never mind–who sell potatoes. Tiny red ones the size of meatballs; deep indigo
More Crimes Against Nature: Lemon
The list of crimes against Nature in my Vermont garden is getting longer. Along with espaliering an apricot tree and growing figs in a pot, I am attempting to produce
Crimes Against Nature: Fig
Any day now, the Angel of the Killing Frost will descend to put an end to the 2013 gardening season. Vermont gardeners will store away their tools and retire to
Duckweed
Ping and Pong, my fantail goldfish, live in a large tub in the sun porch. The tub\’s amenities include a gravel floor and a little bamboo fountain that oxygenates the