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

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  • Oops

    Oops

    Last night turned into ‘yarn to midnight’ night with my old friend the Kiwi Builder resulting in an unhurried start this morning. A bonus of not milking. So here are a few shots from yesterday just to tide you over. I shall be back at full volume again tomorrow.  Today I am mowing and gardening. My…

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  • Finding Sheila

    Finding Sheila

    Twice a day now I take the pigs for a walk down by the Creek that is really a Ditch.   NO not you Baby Bobby. Just the pigs. We wander about a bit, the dogs and Poppy run ahead and then run rings around Sheila and I as we walk along.   Then after a…

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  • Fog Daze

    Fog Daze

    The fog is so thick in the early mornings that  the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t.  It lingers.  However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my…

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  • Fog Daze

    Fog Daze

    The fog is so thick in the early mornings that  the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t.  It lingers.  However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my…

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  • Shadow Play

    Shadow Play

    In the garden, as in life, shadows hold equal value to light.  Especially hard summer light filtered by strong shadows.  This is a perfect blend for me. Too much shade is a problem for a vegetable garden but no shade at all bleaches out a flower garden. (Though I use the term flower garden very…

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  • Misty

    Misty

    The old people (and my neighbours who are not old at all) say that for “For every fog in August, there will be a snowfall in the winter.” Though this saying does not rhyme so I am not sure I trust it. and “If a cold August follows a hot July, it foretells a winter hard…

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