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
Drying Mania Begins
It happens every year. In June the garden goes crazy with sap surging and shoots shooting and bees buzzing and everything blooming and smelling heavenly. And I want to bring
The More Things Change…
A doe has hidden her fawn in the front field. If I drag my chaise longue close to the wren house and sit quietly, I can hear the babies peeping
Q&A
(The Gardener speaks): Peonies, hostas,Thyme and lavender beloved of bees,Irises bearded and beardless,Chamomile, bee balm, and sage,Blanc Double de Coubert Rugosa, Lupins pink and blue,Baptisia, rue,Scented and zonal geraniums, Purple
We Are Now At War
…with the porcupine who is trying to demolish our garage. We have tried peaceful, low-tech strategies, to wit: 1. Wrapping the garage post in hardware cloth. He has chewed holes
Chicken Soup Story
One day in April, just as the snow was starting to melt, my husband and I drove up a hill to a farm that sells apple-smoked, free-range chicken. The road
Unfair!
I\’ve been away for two days doing Open Studio with a friend, and the garden\’s gone to hell in a hand basket. This happened not only because I am indispensable
More Tales Of The Porcupine
Last night we were visited again by our porcupine. Maybe the unseasonal heat and humidity had made him irritable, but this time he chewed through the hardware cloth which my
The Voice Of The Turtle
Was sitting outside in the gloaming, reading while Bisou and Wolfie pursued their avocations: Bisou kissing frogs and Wolfie hunting the painted turtles that at this time of year climb
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Drying Mania Begins
It happens every year. In June the garden goes crazy with sap surging and shoots shooting and bees buzzing and everything blooming and smelling heavenly. And I want to bring
The More Things Change…
A doe has hidden her fawn in the front field. If I drag my chaise longue close to the wren house and sit quietly, I can hear the babies peeping
Q&A
(The Gardener speaks): Peonies, hostas,Thyme and lavender beloved of bees,Irises bearded and beardless,Chamomile, bee balm, and sage,Blanc Double de Coubert Rugosa, Lupins pink and blue,Baptisia, rue,Scented and zonal geraniums, Purple
We Are Now At War
…with the porcupine who is trying to demolish our garage. We have tried peaceful, low-tech strategies, to wit: 1. Wrapping the garage post in hardware cloth. He has chewed holes
Chicken Soup Story
One day in April, just as the snow was starting to melt, my husband and I drove up a hill to a farm that sells apple-smoked, free-range chicken. The road
Unfair!
I\’ve been away for two days doing Open Studio with a friend, and the garden\’s gone to hell in a hand basket. This happened not only because I am indispensable
More Tales Of The Porcupine
Last night we were visited again by our porcupine. Maybe the unseasonal heat and humidity had made him irritable, but this time he chewed through the hardware cloth which my
The Voice Of The Turtle
Was sitting outside in the gloaming, reading while Bisou and Wolfie pursued their avocations: Bisou kissing frogs and Wolfie hunting the painted turtles that at this time of year climb