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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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  • Aunty Del

    Aunty Del

    Poor Aunty Del cannot quite understand why she is not allowed in the  milking room eve-ery morning.  She leans her head over the door and looks quite perplexed watching her friend Astor loudly munch her GM free treats while being milked. Molly broke through a fence yesterday. Pigs always find the weak spot in fences.…

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  • Baba Ganoush

    Baba Ganoush

    Eating only what you grow can sometimes get a little boring  because at some times of the year only a few things are growing – but not at this time of year. This time of year we have a medley of vegetables in the garden and an overflowing freezer – I will have to get…

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  • The shiny path

    The shiny path

    Aunty Del and the biggest bobby watching the milking. I was driving back from the West Barn when I saw rain coming.  Out here you can literally see the rain coming.  Can you see that shiny patch approaching up the road? That is a line of rain. If you look to the left you will…

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  • Full of Bliss Quiet

    Full of Bliss Quiet

          Yesterday I took two loads of cattle across to the other side. (Five in all) Tucked in with the two black cousins was the little black bobby. The grass has been allowed to grow over there and should keep them busy for the rest of the summer. And the little bobby almost…

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  • My friend said to me …

    My friend said to me …

    “My  Grand-Daddy was a gambling  man,”  my friend said to me yesterday as we were packing her fresh eggs into boxes.  We had been talking about drunks.  The weekend kind who had a drink and went to sleep.  My friend does not drink.  But it was a natural jump to gambling. “He had gambled all…

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  • Wild Flower Garden

    Wild Flower Garden

    The wild flowers have begun to get all blowsy and over blown – going to seed  – with traces of last nights makeup and tired feet from dancing.  My plan was to fence it off and put the cows in there but I am not sure I could bear it.  It is still too beautiful…

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