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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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  • Frostbitten chickens and work for butterflies

    The frostbitten chickens, now reunited with the rest of the flock in the chook house, are recovering very nicely thank-you. They may not be pretty and cute. But they are bright eyed and beautiful. All bright eyes are beautiful. In fact I have never seen an eye that was not beautiful. At least we have…

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  • A Kitty Elevator

    As you know when I was remodeling the lounge area of the house I took out the ceiling and turned the attic into a loft. (The builder was shocked and needed some convincing) This gives me lots of height above my head and if I must live inside I have to have height above my…

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  • Laundry Soap for Bad Girls

    When I was a teenager I was sent to live with the Nuns.  Well, it was the 70’s, NZ, and I was a pregnant convent girl from a big Catholic family with a sick mum.  This is where bad girls ended up, they said. The Convent I was sent to was beautiful, old, fragrant, with…

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  • Sheila says, No Thank You

    I thought I wanted to go for a walk, Sheila said, but now I don’t. The puddles are too deep and I can’t swim, she said.  And my feet are cold.  Let’s go back home, she said and have our peanut butter treats inside and so we did. Snow is not always white either, we…

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  • A Surprise for The Matriarch

    I kept this a secret from everyone until The Matriarch came home because I wanted it to be a surprise. (And she reads the blog every day so i could not even whisper it) So after we picked her up from the airport and dawdled home I took her into the Coupe and introduced her…

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  • While I was out doing the rounds today

    Collecting left over food from the store and the pub, I even drove over to Route 66 to visit my favourite hairdresser, Sheila did her housework.  I had not realised until after I had fed everyone in the rain,  I went out in the almost dark around the side of the barn to shut her…

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