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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 Kitchen’s Garden Garden!

    The gardens this year have largely been a disappointment. Crops like the potatoes, cucumbers, zuchinni, butternuts, pumpkins, and beans have either refused to fruit or  curled up and died due to that extreme heatwave we had.  But the aubergine, beetroot and capsicum all in the drought resistant frog garden are doing very well. Now that…

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  • The Farmy is back online. There have been a few changes.

    Camera and the Connection have returned.  So we have images and we have the internet back to its usual comforting crawl. And oh I missed you so.  It was very strange not to be constructing sentences in my head all day and collecting shots for you.  The Duke of Kupa says welcome back. All is…

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  • Mercury says hush.

    My internet system has finally bowed to the inevitable.  The Man in the Mercury has been watching Mars and the Moon and my internet connection has finally given up the ghost through lack of celestial attention and has been sent to his room with Camera. But my nice little internet man says I should be…

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  • Longing for evening

    Yesterday was just a little day.  A nice peaceful Sunday. Milking the cow while TonTon watched from his usual  place.  Telling Sheila she knows that John does not like her to play in the traffic and get back in the barn right now it is time for your dinner. Watching the chickens drink the last…

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  • Make Sun then the Hay Shines

    The last of the alfalfa hay is in.  The hay field was raked into windrows yesterday morning.  Then the radar began to threaten rain. Radars can be very threatening. And rain is only a threat when the hay is laying all defenseless and golden on the ground. Otherwise I would say that the radar was…

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  • Sit Sheila, Sit

    Sit Sheila! Good Girl.  Down Sheila. What a good girl.  Charlotte, Sit. Charlotte. SIT! Thank you Sheila. Good girl, Sheila. But I was talking to Charlotte. Now Charlotte. You have to learn to sit. No, I don’t, she says.  Well, you will be sent to coventry like smelly TonTon. Charlotte is bad, miss c. But…

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