Last Call

/ Cynthia

I finally called it quits and gathered in the last of the tomatoes and peppers from the garden.  House plants and patio plants that could be wintered over came in as well.  These had to be repotted. Their soil is tired from the summer’s growth and I didn’t want to bring in any bugs that might have been crawling around or laying eggs in them.


 I spent a lot of time this past week with my Father, trying to help him decide where he wants to live after December 1st, when the closing on his house will take place. We looked at different condos and communities but his heart isn’t in it. A decision seems a long way off. Meanwhile, a relative showed up at his house one night needing a place to stay. Amongst the truckload of her possessions were 3 cats. As the house is still being shown until the buyer’s mortgage approval comes through, this is a problem.  That is not the only problem with this arrangement but my Father feels he can’t turn away a family member in need. Hmmm, life gets complicated.

Ripening tomatoes in the windowsills and finding sunny spots for the newly potted plants is very therapeutic. Cooking is too. I baked my oldest daughter an upside down peach cake. Then, I sliced up 5 big apples, added some cinnamon and 2 Tablespoons of honey and dotted them with a couple of tablespoons of butter. This cooked along with the peach cake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes. Topped with freshly whipped cream, it was delicious.

26 thoughts on “Last Call”

  1. I feel for your father’s situation! Moving to a new situation is difficult at any age. Sounds like you’re an understanding daughter willing to take the time needed for him to feel more comfortable.

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    • Thanks so much! If I had more land, I would love to add some large animals to the mix. I will have to keep living vicariously keeping track of your ranch and your gorgeous horses:)

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  3. Wishing your father the best with his decision, it does take time to find a new ‘home’ and you understand that, your dad is lucky to have you.
    A very homely and nice glimpse into your life Cynthia.

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    • Thank you! My father wasn’t a minister but I grew up in an old parsonage. It is a beautiful home and was a great house to grow up in. The new owner will love it. I think my father will be somewhere good soon and we’ll make his new home cheerful, comfortable and a happy place to be.

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  4. Cynthia,
    I used to make my favorite pickled green tomatoes, with my dad in the fall. We both loved them, but no one else did. They were just the tiny green tomatoes, garlic, dill and vinegar. Now my dad is gone, but I would still make them if I had the little tomatoes. I think canning, baking, cooking gives us comfort because it is something we actually have control over in a sometimes unsettling world. I wish both of your people a comforting home in the near future.
    -Ginene

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    • I’ve often thought the same thing about vegetable gardens, Ginene. Unlike my crazy perennial gardens, my vegetables are kept nice and orderly. I’m finding myself expanding them and reducing the perennials the last few years. That is a nice memory you shared about your Dad. I can picture it:). Thanks for the good wishes and , as always, your wonderful comment!!!

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  8. Thanks! It is going to be fun to see what this next season brings with everyone’s blogs. Looking at yours has fired me up to finish a quilt I started last winter….maybe if I change it to a lap quilt, lol.

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  11. I certainly enjoyed reading your post. I love the photo of the tomatoes on the window sill. We used to do that when I was a kid 🙂 Judy

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