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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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  • Sourdough and Snow

    Sourdough and Snow

    My friend Celia, from Fig Lime and Cordial, sent me a sourdough starter from Australia a while ago that has been languishing in the belly of the fridge until I ceased my globe trotting.. (not quite ceased but never mind). Yesterday, stuck inside with snowstorm outside, I started the starter up.  Her name is Priscilla  and Celia has asked all…

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  • The D –

    The D –

    I am up very early. I awoke at 2.30 anD lay in beD for a while thinking all those awful thoughts one thinks when you cannot sleep. AnD I am a granD sleeper, just sometimes after a trip away my sleeping pattern interrupts. It is snowing steaDily outsiDe. Huge fluffy flakes. I knew it was…

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  • Can you do without a weather report?

    Can you do without a weather report?

    I have been considering doing without a weather report as my next personal challenge.  But maybe not. At least not in the Mid Western Winter. There is some kind of storm in the offing for tonight but we will see.  And the sun shone all day yesterday. Every single animal on the farm was basking in…

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  • Lady Astor

    Lady Astor

    Yesterday was one of those pot lid days. You know the ones. When the clouds hang heavy and grey right above your head..  all day long.. but nothing terribly much happens in the meterological arena, just a lot of pot lid above your head.  It was cold but not too cold. Windy but no more…

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  • Home

    Home

    This post is at an odd time of the day but I am just popping in to let you know that I am home. Boo is home.  All the animals are present and correct.  I have been around everyone and they are ll glowing with good health. I am yawning. I was fine until last…

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  • The Weary Way

    The Weary Way

    Tomorrow I  begin The Weary Way. The retracing of my steps. The flights and fatigue that shadow dogs international travel. I love to travel. I even love being lost in airports and alone in crowded planes. But each hurried step I take pushes me  further from my family in New Zealand and Australia. Each step I…

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