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
I Go Ramping
Went into the woods yesterday, looking for ramps. This spring has been so slow and weird that I had no idea whether the ramps would be up or not. Although
Fair Is Foul And Foul Is Fair
Spent the morning amidst the primal ooze at the bottom of the pond. You\’ve got to be madly in love with a pond to go through the spring cleaning it
Espalier
I was out planting chard this morning when out of the corner of my eye I saw a spray of white against the south wall of the house. It was
Fish Encore
Someone who knows me well once said that I cannot rest unless I have a certain quota of critters around me. When I lost a cat long ago, I put
Tick Attack!
We are under siege by creatures the size of fly poop. Like Agamemnon\’s army they surround our house on all sides, dropping down on us from the trees if we
Happiness In Tragic Times
In northern latitudes, these early spring days bring on happiness as a physiological imperative. There is birdsong in the air, and frogs chasing each other in the pond. We go
Be Careful What You Wish For
When the days started getting noticeably longer back in February, I wrote a post imploring spring to hold back so I could enjoy the break from gardening a while longer:
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
I Go Ramping
Went into the woods yesterday, looking for ramps. This spring has been so slow and weird that I had no idea whether the ramps would be up or not. Although
Fair Is Foul And Foul Is Fair
Spent the morning amidst the primal ooze at the bottom of the pond. You\’ve got to be madly in love with a pond to go through the spring cleaning it
Espalier
I was out planting chard this morning when out of the corner of my eye I saw a spray of white against the south wall of the house. It was
Fish Encore
Someone who knows me well once said that I cannot rest unless I have a certain quota of critters around me. When I lost a cat long ago, I put
Tick Attack!
We are under siege by creatures the size of fly poop. Like Agamemnon\’s army they surround our house on all sides, dropping down on us from the trees if we
Happiness In Tragic Times
In northern latitudes, these early spring days bring on happiness as a physiological imperative. There is birdsong in the air, and frogs chasing each other in the pond. We go
Be Careful What You Wish For
When the days started getting noticeably longer back in February, I wrote a post imploring spring to hold back so I could enjoy the break from gardening a while longer: