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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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  • The Winter Quarters

    There comes a time in the year when I must accept that winter is coming and I have to start getting The Farmy prepared.  Not that I am giving up on summer quite yet you understand.  But the cold winters here are deeply unforgiving of a casual attitude.  It was a beautiful late summer day…

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  • Walkabout on the Farmy.

    Morning darlings. Our walkabout yesterday started on the North side. My favourite view of the barn. After the milking Daisy and Queenie walk out to their new field.  I let ut the Shush Sisters  (this is Charlotte)  and we went and visited Hairy MacLairy on the left and Mama on the right.  You can see…

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  • Wonderful Glorious People

    I received a gift in the mail yesterday.  A most wonderful gift. A new set of camera eyes.  Bill Jones Jr, the author of The Stream Series, whose comments you will have seen  in our comments lounge, has become increasingly concerned about my endless camera troubles. So he sent me his Nikon D90. A most…

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  • Flying Peahen

    Honestly, sometimes, don’t you just want to FLY! Or not.  Good morning.  Have a lovely, lovely day. celi On this day a year ago.  Spinach Soup. 

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  • Bad Frost and another Loss.

    This morning we have a bad frost.  I still have so much in the garden not quite ready to harvest.  So it is bad luck.  Last night before we drove up to meet eldest son’s bus from the airport, we covered the frog garden with a tarpaulin. And other favourite tender plants with blankets. Especially…

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  • Find a Man we would shout and laugh like drains!

    I can’t decide whether this shot is utilitarian or beautiful.  I love the lines of colour as the corn comes out.  When we were kids we had a babysitter. Her name was Pat.  And she was perfect. She was a 60’s girl.  Once my parents had gone out and before bedtime, she would take my…

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