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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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  • Controlled Break Out

    There are many grandparents, especially grandmothers, who spend a good deal of their time bringing up their grandchildren.  Our darling  Marie in Rhode Island is one such grandmother though she has Two toddlers.  The Matriarch is another.  However energetic she is The Matriarch is not a young grandmother and will often bring her grandson out…

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  • Sweet Potato Dog Treats

    A gift.  Not for you. For them – (Not the best composition but they did their best). These shots were taken to print and send away to Triple T at basic training. I am sure he misses the dogs and his cat. And his car. This is a Dodge Rampage that our John fixed up…

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  • The Bee Hive goes Up a Level

    Still wrapped in the gentleness of the summer glide we had a productive day yesterday. Summer sauce went into jars. Dried capsicum into jars. Stuff I am not going to eat came Out of jars and into the mouths of my piglets. I have a terrible habit of keeping things in jars just because they…

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  • The Rising of the Ark

    Not the 2 x 2 Ark we have had no rain for a while but the 47 Chickens On Grass Ark.  Scrapper is unimpressed. Kupa is just not the bird he used to be.  But my vase of peacock feathers is glorious. Don’t worry they will grow back in time for spring and next year…

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  • Some Most Excellent News! At last!

     I took a bite of an apple to see if it was ready to be picked.. not quite but still very tasty, crisp and warm from the sun.  But that is not the good news. I took all these shots yesterday before I even got the news. The Duke of Kupa probably knew before us.…

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  • Children of the Corn

    Out here in corn country there is a legend that the ghosts of all the children lost in the corn fields come out at night and roam the rows, crying piteously.  Probably rattling fences, and shaking corn stalks together. Though no-one I talk to can remember a child getting actually lost in the corn fields.…

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