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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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  • From Gray to Kupa’s Way

    The days work begins and ends in the pitch dark now, though yesterday was warm, the day was gray.  I know winter is coming, the light is dimming, but these last few warm days have been a delightful respite.   L’il Puss The Scrapper’s bottom is kept comfy. He has very generously offered to keep…

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  • The Corridors: An excerpt from Chapter One.

    Here you are. One piece of  The Writing for your perusal as a thank you for your wonderful patience and support while I have been writing. And while I continue to rewrite! This piece is a work in progress, barely out of First Draft, so be gentle. Now, you are all readers.  As in: you…

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  • The Tiny House – First Drawings

    The Kiwi Builder and I have been spending a lot of time arranging and rearranging walls and condensing, decanting and extending ideas. The pea hens watch us at work from the verandah.  In fact yesterday the doors were left wide open, because it was another  beautiful  day and Pania and Kupa, being the opportunist peafowl…

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  • Miss C is Miss Ing …

    … in action. Or soon will be. Today she might be laid on her back, under a tree, looking at the cloudless sky.  And wondering if, now that she has started writing, will she ever be able to stop.  And where did this superb, blissful weather come from?! And how long can she lie here…

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  • But they look so sweet..

    .. Who could NOT love faces like that.  Yesterday we had another lovely sunny day on the farmy. By afternoon everything had thawed out enough for me to scoop the poop put of the cows loafing pen and fill all the water barrels with the hose.  The Shush Sisters went for a walk with me…

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  • The Duke of Kupa’s flipside eye

    Imagine if you had a third eyelid, like a veil.  That you could draw, like a blind, across your eyes .. .. but still see out. How disconcerting would that be, to those who wished to pry at you with their miniature crowbars. Your veil eye would keep you safe.  A safety net.  I see…

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