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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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  • Green Tomato Pie

    You didn’t see that coming did you.  Nor did I, especially after yesterday.  Your comments from yesterday impressed on me once again that we all have such a lot on common. All living in our different worlds but dealing with so much that we can  talk about together. Thank you. Anyway back to the Green…

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  • You know what happens when I start telling the stories…

    …it is like a little word sized window is left open at night and stories hop in, one after the other, while we are sleeping.  Before you know it there is a litter of stories giggling on the floor  just waiting to trip you up when you get out of bed. I grabbed this short…

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  • Mail for miss c (and Hairy MacLairy). What a day!

    The post mistress called.  A box had arrived in the village with my name in it. She was sending it out with El Postino right away.  I love having a local Post Office with someone running it who knows everyone -we must fight to keep it!  Anyway, my new second hand camera body had arrived.…

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  • Pigs Posing as Construction Crew

    The Shush Sisters have been working hard at spreading the new soil around their front yard. What I do is – each day I sprinkle some corn about the earth and then they push  the soil around as they hoover. After that they lie on the hills, which looks amusing but impossible to get a…

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  • Oh dear

    We had a good old fashioned farming day yesterday. Mama and Mia were shifted into the rat house paddock, separated from the lambs now for a good while. Mia has gone for company and Mama because that naughty Meadow is still stealing a drink every now and then and Mama needs to be in tip…

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  • The boy, the Tree and the Fence

    Summer feet smell different. Sturdier, rugged,  a shiny honest dirt smell.  At the start of summer we inch and pick our way in  bare feet across the stones to the sand. By the late summer we stream barefoot across the carpark, through the beach weeds, over the gravel and through the hot sand to the…

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