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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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  • You have two posts today: First the farmy – piggie presents!

    We cannot miss a day on the farmy you know. Not many words today, as there are plenty in the story which I shall post in a minute for those of you who want to read it. My story started off well then it worked its magic in a direction I had not expected.  So…

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  • Hush.. tread softly.. lest you tread on my words

    Miss C is writing so keep it down! Yes, that means you!Be careful where you put your feet. My words are all over the place. I am gathering them up into something coherent today.   This story was not that funny at the time but in retrospect, which is our only real perspective in life…

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  • Pigs love Milk

    Beautiful Daughter, who you will remember is in Melbourne, still reads the Farmy pages every day.  She was on the phone yesterday. Write more stories, she says.  I said, it is summer here I don’t start the real writing until December 26.  I cannot think of a single story in the summer. I am too…

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  • Stock that is good enough to drink

    Vegetable stock I mean! Seriously. Why would we cook with a vegetable stock that was not good enough to drink.  Most of the supermarket stocks are just salty and un appetising with a list of chemical ingredients a mile long. They tell me there are some tasty ones, but I have not found any yet.…

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  • A Soap Opera without Soap or Opera

    When I am at the hairdressers, which I have to admit is not often enough, they have a big TV showing soap operas.  As I only see them once every two months or so it seems to me that they move about as fast as the farmy.   The story line is easy to pick…

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  • There are limits…

    There are limits to my span of attention.  When the tea table conversation turned to trigonometry – my limits were reached  (I am sorry but x is actually an x. I have no concept of it meaning anything other than x). I went into a coma, emerged and  realised that I did not have  time…

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