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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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  • Storm Drill

    Yesterday after Thanksgiving dinner I rallied the troops and we went out to the barn to practice a storm drill. When a storm comes in,  often we do not have a lot of time to get all the animals into the barn.  And depending on where they are outside and where their designated pens are inside,…

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  • Will it be You?

    Are you to be my two hundred thousand-TH visitor? At the time of writing (5.24 am), The Farmy has been graced with 199,911 visits.  One of you is going to ring the 200,000 bell today.  John said, is there a prize? but it all crept on me so fast I did not notice so I…

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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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