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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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  • Short Exciting Walks

    Short Exciting Walks

    Our walks are short at the moment. For two reasons – Tima has very short legs. And then she has to stop every few minutes to play ‘Gleeful Manchurian Mustache’  The Game (the rules are obscure) with TonTon, who can call out “Help me!” in 17 different languages.   Actually the rules of the game seem more fluid…

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  • Important Advice

    Important Advice

    From Sheila : Your Big Fat Pig.  When engaged in a decadent bout of spring sunbathing. One must always wear a hat. On one’s head. And yes, that is the water barrel. And yes she has plenty of places to sleep in the shade. But this was better. I hope you all have a lovely day. Your friend…

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  • Look what came in the Mail

    Look what came in the Mail

    Chicks and Ducklings. In the mail! John and the Matriarch want duck for Christmas dinner.  But I bought a few extra so I could breed them too. Sadly two of the extra were dead on arrival. So we have four Orpington ducks.  The chickens are a selection of cold-hardy layers.  Next week the meat chickens come. By…

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  • The Winters Tail

    The Winters Tail

    That nasty Discontented Winter has created some gaps in the gardens.  Big gaps. It’s icy tail flicked across the gardens and sent killing shivers down the spines of trees and vines. The peach tree and a couple of a little apple trees -Dead. Also a big apple tree and a pear –  Dead. Sopsta’s bright yellow magnolia only has…

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  • See that Dot?

    See that Dot?

    It is a barn swallow. Which means that summer can now be spoken of in more positive tones.   Gentler tones not those chilled, iceblock, impatient tones we have been hurling out into our gardens. It was not hot yesterday but as I worked I felt a delicious warmth spread into my bones. It was…

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  • Across the way

    Across the way

    There is a family barn across the way (in fact I call it The Barn Across The Way) that has been rented out for many years and has just come back to the family.  Yesterday actually. And now (she says with a big grin) it is OURS. I want to write MINE (because I am the farmer…

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