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

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  • New Zealand

    New Zealand

    I am here now.  Napier. New Zealand. We are there now.  It is spring. The festivities have begun.  I am up too early as usual. In a moment I will pull a few more clothes on and go for a walk up the beach – today we have the wedding rehearsal. But for the moment: here…

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  • Flux

    Half way to somewhere. In transit.  Betwixt and between. When I travel between where I have been and where I am going, I descend into a deeply organised stream of consciousness kind of existence that has no tether. I seldom speak now except to thank the air hostess as I glide off the plane, my…

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  • Bye Bye Miss c

    Bye Bye Miss c

    “It’s alright miss c. I’ve got everything under control. We are going to be making halloween costumes while you are gone. Now off you go. You have a plane to catch. Poppy and I can manage.” “Thank you Timatanga Moana.  I feel so much better knowing you and Poppy are in charge. ” Love your friend…

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  • Steaming full ahead

    Steaming full ahead

    I am not behind yet, but I am definitely at Full Steam. Ahead. The skies have cleared after a few days of rugged weather. A little taste of winter. I am even wearing my carhart jacket again – broken zip and all – inside. The chimney needs cleaning before we can light fires. As I write…

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  • Kunekune boar

    Kunekune boar

    Maybe this wee boarfriend for Tima?  I have just heard that we can buy him.  I would love to have him. This little kunekune boar is beautifully bred. This is a shot of him when he was a baby  (supplied by Lori Enright his breeder) and above with his sister when he was a bit…

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  • Thinking hay

    Thinking hay

    I was up in the hay loft yesterday stacking hay. I grab the strings of a bale with my gloved hands, hefting it and as I drop it into its space I am already looking to see where the next one will be going.  So when I swing the bale up off the clatter box it…

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