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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

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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A Warning To Local Wildlife

If you are a painted turtle:  I can\’t imagine what impels you every spring to leave the secluded swamp and claw your way uphill, across our backyard, and down the

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Why I Dread Open Studio Weekend

Back in February, when I committed to participate in it, Open Studio Weekend was just a wisp of a cloud in my otherwise sunny horizon.  As winter melted slowly into

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Rhubarb Days

(Blogger doesn\’t seem to want to do paragraph breaks today, possibly because there\’s a storm?  I apologize.)   Several days ago I complained here that heritage breeds of chickens are

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

A Warning To Local Wildlife

If you are a painted turtle:  I can\’t imagine what impels you every spring to leave the secluded swamp and claw your way uphill, across our backyard, and down the

Read More »

Why I Dread Open Studio Weekend

Back in February, when I committed to participate in it, Open Studio Weekend was just a wisp of a cloud in my otherwise sunny horizon.  As winter melted slowly into

Read More »

Rhubarb Days

(Blogger doesn\’t seem to want to do paragraph breaks today, possibly because there\’s a storm?  I apologize.)   Several days ago I complained here that heritage breeds of chickens are

Read More »