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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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  • A Mountain in Alberta

    Here is the view from my balcony window.  As all our fingers and toes and eyes and innards slowly uncross, and uncurl and relax. I made it. The passport made it, passed through the car window of our laughing  good Friend. The check in lady gave me a priority ticket for no apparent reason. The…

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  • Now, what is going to happen today?!

    Tomorrow if you have time to  come and visit me. You might see more of these pictures. Then we will know that Plan A has failed, I am still on the farm and Plan B is being trundled out into the drive. That’s OK though. Plan B is not too terrible but it would include missing…

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  • I am having a nervous breakdown

    The package is still in the hands of DHL in the UK. It was collected from the  Passport office in London only hours after I called. The women there turned it over in record time. But almost 24 hours later it is still in the UK. The call centre and the screen just say it…

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  • Keep those balls in the air, magic is brewing!

    The package (my urgent passport renewal application) has landed in the United Kingdom and at 9.13 London time it was delivered to the New Zealand Passport Office.  Thank you FedEx! So we have gained HALF a day.  I just spoke to a lovely New Zealand  girl in London and they are going to try and get…

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  • Tracking is Hell

    Yesterday morning at 9 am I was standing outside the FedEx depot door when it opened, (it is a hundred mile round trip.) I did all that was necessary to have it shipped, including paying with an arm and a leg. I handed my precious  envelope to a surly lady behind the computer. Explained that…

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  • Piglets set free and our trip is in jeopardy

    The piglets have created a creep of their own under a door and into a lovely sheltered pen, their favourite game is to lie right down and roll with their legs tucked in under the door, scamper, then reappear under the door rolling over and over. You need to go outside, I said. So with…

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