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I am Cecilia. A New Zealander who farms in Illinois.

My farms are organic and regenerative and full of stories. I have been writing here about environmentally sustainable farming and food and travel since 2011.

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  • The Last Sunset

    The Last Sunset

    My son called me an East Coaster yesterday! When I lamented that I had never seen the moon set on the West Coast! The sun sets at 5.30 pm. The moon sets at 8.15pm. Huh. I said. You are such an East Coaster, he said. I was born where the sun rises I lamented as…

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  • Decay Time

    Decay Time

    Do you remember? The sound of the sounds as they drift away. Decay Time. The half life. In a theatre, the audible decay time might be several seconds, whereas in a small room, it could be much shorter. In my mind it is forever. Now I begin to capture those whispers of sound and file…

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  • Image Free again

    Image Free again

    How was your day yesterday? I am totally recovered and quite the box of birds. I got tons done yesterday! I also made a TKG Take Ten yesterday. For My Tenners. Most of whom come from within The Fellowship – and word is spreading slowly. Slowly is the thorough way to build a new project…

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  • There is Good News and Bad News

    There is Good News and Bad News

    Wednesday here in New Zealand and I am beginning to rise up out of the fog of Damn Covid. Covid is SO TUESDAY.  Yet here we are.  When I first got Covid (on Sunday), (forty first time ever), I thought oh yay. Isolation! No interruptions to my writing. I am not home. (I am travelling…

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  • Stalled by Covid

    Stalled by Covid

    Not me. I am fine. But Covid arrived uninvited into the little house on the hill in Wellington yesterday. (Well probably days before that but it showed its face yesterday). It has presented as a mild cold for the wee boy in question. I am fine. Healthy. And tested negative. But am waiting here to…

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  • Last Day in the City

    Last Day in the City

    Lots of goodbyes coming up. As we roll through them (those awful wistful dreadful goodbyes) I have to remind myself that I will be back. The pull of home is too strong for me to ignore. So working out how to get back is in the forefront of my mind almost as soon as I…

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