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|Posted on December 11, 2019 at 5:26 PM||comments (1)|
Cinda here! I see its been some time since we have posted here, actually its been a very long time. Karla and I have been working full time, had the store open on weekends and had our own homes to attempt to maintain in the process. It has not been easy and many things had fallen by the wayside, especially when we are the ones that make the 30 plus signature jams that we sell at the store!
You see, when we decided to open the store it was with the intent to build the business and allow it to become established before I retire. To have a place to call our own, have creative fun and see where it went from there. My original planned retirement from my federal job (of 17+ years) was June 2020. You see I worked for TSA as a Security Manager with oversight of several airports in South Dakota. I started working with TSA at its beginning while I lived in Denver. Everyday I went to work I remembered the images of people jumping from the World Trade Centers as the buildings were on fire knowing they would not survive but praying somehow, that they might. The massive buildings falling to the earth and the first responders that gave their lives to save others. Vowing to do whatever part I could to ensure that we were never attacked like this again I applied with TSA and was hired. After several promotions and working in three states I saw the agency and the administration change. I did not see the look of personal pride and determination in some of the peoples eyes anymore when talking about our job. New employees were hired that didn't remember the destruction caused on 9/11, and first and foremost, the unity we had as a nation on 9/11 was gone. Now the country is divided on party lines with name calling, threats and worse. I was no longer going to work to ensure 9/11 never happened again. I was working with people that cared more about climbing the federal career ladder at ANY cost than thinking about 9/11.The stress caused by newly promoted individuals and by a few other individuals in upper positions was personal and crushing. I watched personal vendettas taken out on employees these people didn't like. I saw people promoted for kissing backsides and other reasons whispered about quietly in gossip. I heard the utmost inappropriate conversations by members of senior leadership and observed the outcomes of those conversations in daily operations. Yet I stayed. I stayed for the paycheck, I stayed for the benefits and I stayed for the staff that reported to me and, I hated myself for it. Please don't think that all in the federal government are these type of people, MOST are dedicated individuals that work from their heart and are absolutely dedicated to the mission. Yet, in my work environment, this small handful of people made life impossible for those that cared and several good people have left due to this. As for me, I developed an ulcer. My body made the decision for me and I listened, it was time to retire.
After taking some time for myself at home I have a renewed energy. I am happily opening the store two more days a week, getting ready to travel and spend time with our families and even take a "surprise" trip with my Dad! I feel balanced, fulfilled once again and to best describe it - HUMAN! A million projects were put aside due to lack of energy and/or time. I will not kill myself in tackling my lists. I have ONE item each day to complete, everything else is because I want to do it, and enjoy doing it.
The holidays are quickly drawing near, and the giggles I hear in video calls of our youngest grandson are uplifting. Our oldest grandson is quickly becoming a young man and our middle grandson has a new future with his extended family. I am enjoying the twinkling of Christmas lights with Dean Martin singing "I've got my love to keep me warm" in the background. My husband has been SO supportive of my decision, not once questioning our future. Life is wonderful, and I am here again, to be PRESENT in our life and to enjoy every minute of it!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!
|Posted on September 8, 2014 at 9:03 PM||comments (5)|
Rooted, but not standing still.....
As I am tempted by the nearby orchards all beckoning me to come and pick apples a few things come to mind. First the smell in the kitchen when I have the dehydraters filled with cut apples and the crockpot filled with homemade applebutter. But second is the tree itself and what the familiar site can come to mean.
Our family just yesterday continued a tradition. We planted a redbud tree in our yard. You see we have planted a redbud at each house we have ever lived in (this one makes the 3rd). It is truly something to return again, years later and see how it has grown. It is also very meaningful to know that you have started something that will carry on and help provide shade on a hot day, beauty in the spring, and fresh oxygen to help make up for my families carbon footprint. It is very grounding.
But this is also about not standing still. Just because we are rooted, in traditions, in our small community, it doesn't mean that we aren't going somewhere, growing, evolving. Just like us opening our General Store, the small community of Davis is growing. The few houses that were looking for people to move in are now full and there are new members of the "family". It is a wonderful feeling to know that we can continue to move forward even though we have roots. And in the meantime, I will enjoy the tasty smells in my kitchen.
|Posted on August 18, 2014 at 1:27 PM||comments (9)|
I have a confession to make…..I don’t live in small townAmerica….I am a wanna-be.
You see, my sister and I have opened this store together in her neck of the woods (aka Davis, SD) and I travel up from Omaha, NE (metroarea population of 400,000+) each and every chance I can get to help man the store.
But in my mind small town America rocks!! From day one I have been made to feel like part of the community. I am welcomed by name (think of Norm on Cheers!), I have people who are 100% sincere when they ask “How are you doing?” and they stick around to hear your reply…AND they ask follow-up questions so it turns into a real conversation!
Our Sunday paper didn’t get delivered this weekend. And one gentlemen who came into the store noticed that it was lacking, do you know what he did? He took it upon himself to drive to the next town over and buy us one. BAM! He saw a need and stepped up without expectation of anything more than a thank you.
But there are so many other reasons even beyond these two minor examples of why these places are wonderful. I struggle to put it into words. Its like we took a step back into time (while keeping the modern day conveniences thank goodness) to a period when life was focused on people instead of things. A true community that is supportive instead of competitive. Gosh, if only I was a author or writer who could find the right words to describe it.
In the meantime, I am back in my own city where I can only try to personify the small-town feeling in the hope that it can take root and spread anywhere and everywhere else.
God Bless small town America!
-signed “Someone who wished she lived in one”
p.s. Davis has some houses that are currently for sale if you are interested in having this experience yourself :)
|Posted on August 13, 2014 at 9:08 PM||comments (7)|
My favorite part of late summer/early fall......is not the fact that my kids are heading back to school and that means that they are another year older *sigh*.
No.....it is the fact that sweet corn is available at every farmers market and at street vendors all around town.
I consider myself VERY lucky: I have a family of farmers and gardeners. They range from having only a single rhubarb plant tucked into their landscape someone, to having a simple garden of tomatoes/peppers/green beans, to full out farmers with hundreds of acres of land that they use to help keep America fed.
What does this mean to me? It means that I am preparing to gorge myself with corn on the cob until I am so sick of it that I cannot imagine to eat another bite! And after I can't eat anymore I will blanch and freeze the rest so that I can have fresh corn that tastes like it just came off of the cob no matter how much snow is outside on the ground.
It is very easy to do this for yourself. If you have a pot big enough to boil corn on the cob, you have the ability to have fresh tasting corn all year. Preparation: a pot full of boiling water, and a seperate pot or very large bowl filled with ice water. Boil the corn on the cob for 8 minutes. Quickly take it out of the boiling water and put it into the ice water to stop the cooking process. Cut the corn off of the cob (this is where the whole family gets involved and tries to see who can have the most kernels stay together LOL) and put into freezer bags. Freeze.
When it is time to cook and enjoy I leave the corn in the sealed bag and pop it right into the microwave for a few minutes. Open the steaming hot bag, drop a pat of butter into the bag, salt lightly, serve and enjoy the fresh taste of summer no matter what time of year it is!
|Posted on November 6, 2013 at 9:28 AM||comments (12)|
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana
Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. ~Francesca Reigler
If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit
So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone"
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts. ~Samuel Johnson
I've decided that the stuff falling through the cracks is confetti and I'm having a party! ~Betsy Cañas Garmon
|Posted on August 17, 2013 at 11:28 AM||comments (10)|
Well, This is where I plan on keeping a living journal of our progress on the farm. What we learn, how we learn it and IF we do it! LOL!! No really, we have done so much and have more plans than money or time. I guess for me it would be nice to have this read and receive POSITVE feedback, but at the same time I guess that I am really doing this to help me in looking back to remember the beginning of our journey here and where we are now. Also, our Grandson Gionni had mentioned when he was here last that he would like to "have" the farm when Nana and Grandpa go to heaven (BTW, he is 9 right now). So, this can be a journal for him to know how much love and sweat were used to "grow" our farm! That being said it really matter if this is a blog, or a journal. If your reading this and choose to respond, IT MUST BE POSTIVE AND RESPECTFUL! If your posting concerning my punctuation or spelling, Ha ha, well it will give me something to giggle at cause I have work to do and no time for pettiness :-D But Thanks anyway!
And so, the journal begins - Welcome to Solace Farm!
Another wonderful day full of positive energy and endless possibilities! With a smile on my face, a song in my head and a skip in my step I move forward into the sunshine.....Ah!