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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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  • Wellington, The Pause

    Wellington, The Pause

    I am in Wellington, New Zealand for a very fast family visit.  Just two and a half  more days then I am flung back into the void. You have been here (Wellington) with me before and there are a lot of family things needing my attention in Wellington  so I am going to pause and I will not post…

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  • bus, train, tram, lunch

    bus, train, tram, lunch

    Yesterday Fede and I climbed on a bus in Apollo Bay and it carried us to Geelong.  It was a windy road along a series of beautiful beaches.  But a windy road in a bus. Enough said. Then we ran, laughing with relief at being off the bloody bus, through a gorgeous old train station that…

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  • bus,train,tram,lunch

    Yesterday Fede and I climbed on a bus in Apollo Bay and it carried us to Geelong.  It was a windy road along a series of beautiful beaches.  But a windy road in a bus. Enough said. Then we ran, laughing with relief at being off the bloody bus, through a gorgeous old train station that…

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  • Slack Lines

    Slack Lines

    When Sophie was 21 I made her a quilt. I do not make many as they are all hand stitched with a needle and my mother’s thimble and they take a long time to make.  But they are treasures. This one still looks as good as the day it was finished. Setting up the Slack Line.…

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  • Australia: A Beach

    Australia: A Beach

    To reach the beach we walked through the bush from the house (in New Zealand and Australia we call the woods/forest The Bush) down a well maintained path that meanders across a reasonably steep hill and then through a lagoon until accompanied by the applause of wild geese we burst out into the beach. Going to…

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  • Adrenaline

    Adrenaline

    I always think that for the first few days in a new country a person runs on pure adrenaline.  And adrenaline is injected via images and sounds and scents. Each creating the push that keeps one going.  But in so doing: disabling the ability to disassemble the sounds and scents and visuals and reassemble them…

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