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
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
Heat Rash
This is the kind of weather that I dread. It keeps me plotting and strategizing round the clock on ways to avoid it: work outside only in the early morning
OCD Bluebird
At first I thought it was because she was playing hard to get, and it was breaking his heart, and that was why he was trying to break his head
PVSD (Post Vacation Stress Disorder)
Wolfie and Bisou are exquisitely exhausted after their stay at the Halfling B&B, which is wonderful, since I am exquisitely exhausted after our trip to Montana too. My eyes are
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
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
Heat Rash
This is the kind of weather that I dread. It keeps me plotting and strategizing round the clock on ways to avoid it: work outside only in the early morning
OCD Bluebird
At first I thought it was because she was playing hard to get, and it was breaking his heart, and that was why he was trying to break his head
PVSD (Post Vacation Stress Disorder)
Wolfie and Bisou are exquisitely exhausted after their stay at the Halfling B&B, which is wonderful, since I am exquisitely exhausted after our trip to Montana too. My eyes are