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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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  • Being a stranger in a strange land, carrying a little bit of home in my pocket.

    Do you ever feel like laying your head flat on the table and just bawling. Just close your eyes and lay the whole side of your face onto the table and cry. Not where people can see you. Not as an exhibition. Maybe, when you are alone in the kitchen cleaning up after the dinner…

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  • Frogs cry

    This is going to sound like a Tall Tale but I swear it is true.  Yesterday morning  began as an ordinary day. I milked Daisy the cow.   Then Queenie Wineti convinced me that the cows should be allowed out on the greening grass for a bit. Daisy has been schooling her in the Intense…

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  • Our smallest crew member is M.I.A.

    I am never sure how to tell you sad news. But I promised I would.  Tell you.  There are three promises I make for the The Kitchen’s Garden Weblog. 1. (Unless I tell you) All the shots you see are from the last 24 hours so you will see what I have seen each day. 2.…

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  • Wet Farmy with a Flying Peahen…

    See what happens when we take the day off. And no, I did not get a sleep in, instead there was a murder in the bedroom when Our John forgot that I was having a sleep in and WOKE ME UP!@!! at 5am.  I told him that hundreds and hundreds of people in more than…

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  • Can you sleep in?

    Yesterday I took the last of my allotted honey  from the bees.  This year each small  super has yielded just over 2 gallons of lovely clear honey.   I had three honey supers on two hives. So all up we have harvested  a little under 7 gallons (or 26 litres if my calculations are correct)…

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  • “You can’t put my Mom in a chicken coop!”

    Yesterday after milking and chores and the school run we drove to the city and I dropped the cooking oil car off with the mechanic. It was a two and a half hour round trip just to get there and back. The mechanic is my new best friend.  He totally ignored my accent, and my…

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