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
Espaliered Apricots
I come from an espaliering culture. The civilized landscape of my native Catalonia was striated with vineyards, the vines trained uni-dimensionally along wires. Fruit trees were espaliered on wires as
Bisou\’s Birthday
Am I turning into the kind of person who gives birthday parties for her dog? It appears that I am. This may be either a sign of my mental deterioration,
Rescuing The Garlic
Please believe me when I say that I am trying hard not to write constantly about the weather. In my last post, which was about the Pope and women\’s issues,
Dear Pope Francis, It\’s Me Again
I thought you might like to know my opinion of your papacy so far. It\’s terrific that you\’ve given up wearing those specially-made red shoes and living in the papal
Dogs In The Storm
For years, when people would tell me about their dogs being driven nuts by thunderstorms I felt inwardly superior. They must be doing something wrong. Maybe they themselves were scared
Saint John\’s Wort
Went to the front field this morning, to pick Saint John\’s Wort. Herbalists believe that if a plant grows abundantly in your proximity, it\’s because you are in need of
Bluebirds: The Final Chapter
Yesterday, between two thunderstorms, the baby bluebirds left the nest. For the last couple of days they had been sticking their heads way out of the hole, exactly like cuckoos
Pesto Morning
It had to be done, so this morning I girded my loins and marched to the garden after breakfast. Plunging my arms up to the shoulder into the kale forest,
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Espaliered Apricots
I come from an espaliering culture. The civilized landscape of my native Catalonia was striated with vineyards, the vines trained uni-dimensionally along wires. Fruit trees were espaliered on wires as
Bisou\’s Birthday
Am I turning into the kind of person who gives birthday parties for her dog? It appears that I am. This may be either a sign of my mental deterioration,
Rescuing The Garlic
Please believe me when I say that I am trying hard not to write constantly about the weather. In my last post, which was about the Pope and women\’s issues,
Dear Pope Francis, It\’s Me Again
I thought you might like to know my opinion of your papacy so far. It\’s terrific that you\’ve given up wearing those specially-made red shoes and living in the papal
Dogs In The Storm
For years, when people would tell me about their dogs being driven nuts by thunderstorms I felt inwardly superior. They must be doing something wrong. Maybe they themselves were scared
Saint John\’s Wort
Went to the front field this morning, to pick Saint John\’s Wort. Herbalists believe that if a plant grows abundantly in your proximity, it\’s because you are in need of
Bluebirds: The Final Chapter
Yesterday, between two thunderstorms, the baby bluebirds left the nest. For the last couple of days they had been sticking their heads way out of the hole, exactly like cuckoos
Pesto Morning
It had to be done, so this morning I girded my loins and marched to the garden after breakfast. Plunging my arms up to the shoulder into the kale forest,