In her first memoir, “Under a Wing,” published 10 years ago, she reflected on an upbringing with her controlling and confounding father, and attempted to tease out the man from the myth. Her second memoir, “No More Words,” was a diaristic look at her mother’s last year, spent here at the farm, after a series of debilitating strokes. Her mother, the author in 1955 of the proto-feminist book “Gift From the Sea,” died, at age 94, in 2001; Charles A. Lindbergh died in 1974, at age 72.

Having dispensed with both mother and father in earlier memoirs, she said, she felt she could cut loose and offer up more of her own life. “This sounds a bit obsessive, but I realized, looking at my files, that the Lindbergh stuff takes up exactly one quarter of the space. I thought, ‘That’s enough.’ ”

Ms. Lindbergh has been in northern Vermont since the 1970s, when she was one of the “hippie flatlanders,” as the locals called them. Her memoir is very much a love letter to the area, and to her husband, Nat Tripp, who is also a writer. They married the day of her divorce from her first husband, Richard Brown, with whom she has two daughters.

“Richard called it our shotgun divorce,” said Ms. Lindbergh, who was pregnant at the time with Ben, now 21, her son with Mr. Tripp.

Ms. Lindbergh and Mr. Brown had lost their own son when he was 2, to complications from encephalitis. “I read somewhere that 95 percent of all marriages fall apart after the death of a child,” she said.

She moved into this house, where Mr. Tripp was living after his own divorce, with her two daughters, two peacocks, a horse, a pony, six sheep and some chickens. When she asked Mr. Brown if he would mind her taking all the animals, he said, “Oh, Reeve, you are the only person in the world who would ask a question like that!”

Image She moved into the house with her two daughters, two peacocks, a horse, a pony, six sheep and some chickens. Credit... Caleb Kenna for The New York Times

Ms. Lindbergh is certainly generous of spirit. When she first heard about her father’s European families, she was furious at him, in a “fiery and righteous rage, very comforting while it lasted,” she writes. “Unfortunately, it lasted, in full force, for only about a month.”