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
To My Garden Helper…
Dear V, Remember those beans you helped me plant when you were here? First we scratched up the dirt and mixed in the chicken manure. This was to make sure that when
Of Carrots, Socks, And An Anniversary
I think about this every year on our wedding anniversary, but this year, on the 45th, I thought about it a lot: one spring long ago I planted carrots in
In Flagrante Frogs
Things are heating up in and around our pond. The frog population is booming and, sensing the coming of fall, the alpha frogs, if there are alphas among amphibians, are mating
Summer Ironing
It was 96F on our north-facing window the other afternoon as I prepared to go out. I thought linen would be marginally more tolerable than anything else on my sweaty skin,
These July Days
It\’s been a busy time, and I haven\’t been posting recently because of: 1. The Garden. Every year in midsummer I alternately rejoice and despair. How can just nine raised beds, 4\’x4\’
Grass And Hair
I often have fantasies of a peaceful life spent doing some simple, repetitive task–darning socks, say, or making baskets, or saying rosaries for the souls in Purgatory. I don\’t know what
Haying Time
This cool, dry, sunny weather is perfect for haying, and our neighbor farmer cut our fields yesterday. He did this with the help of several large machines and the village
Gifts Of The Gods
My son in law is so serious about wild mushrooms that he keeps a special mushroom-collecting net bag in the car at all times. Imagine my joy and amazement last
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
To My Garden Helper…
Dear V, Remember those beans you helped me plant when you were here? First we scratched up the dirt and mixed in the chicken manure. This was to make sure that when
Of Carrots, Socks, And An Anniversary
I think about this every year on our wedding anniversary, but this year, on the 45th, I thought about it a lot: one spring long ago I planted carrots in
In Flagrante Frogs
Things are heating up in and around our pond. The frog population is booming and, sensing the coming of fall, the alpha frogs, if there are alphas among amphibians, are mating
Summer Ironing
It was 96F on our north-facing window the other afternoon as I prepared to go out. I thought linen would be marginally more tolerable than anything else on my sweaty skin,
These July Days
It\’s been a busy time, and I haven\’t been posting recently because of: 1. The Garden. Every year in midsummer I alternately rejoice and despair. How can just nine raised beds, 4\’x4\’
Grass And Hair
I often have fantasies of a peaceful life spent doing some simple, repetitive task–darning socks, say, or making baskets, or saying rosaries for the souls in Purgatory. I don\’t know what
Haying Time
This cool, dry, sunny weather is perfect for haying, and our neighbor farmer cut our fields yesterday. He did this with the help of several large machines and the village
Gifts Of The Gods
My son in law is so serious about wild mushrooms that he keeps a special mushroom-collecting net bag in the car at all times. Imagine my joy and amazement last