It has been cloudy and rainy everyday, but today, the sun peeked out, so Don said, “Let’s go somewhere!”
And we headed for the oldest town in state of Washington. Snohomish.
I wanted to get as many pictures of the fall colors as I could.
It didn’t take us long at all to be looking at farmland.
We stopped at a pumpkin farm so I could take pictures.
You’re so perceptive. This is not a pumpkin. It’s a Kildeer.
These are pumpkins! Lots of pumpkins. 
I so enjoyed our afternoon driving around this part of the county.
Snohomish building of all wood.
A home.
Downtown, Main Street.
The Snohomish River flows right by Main Street. 
Don spotted this 7-Up sign. Had to get his picture by the sign of the the company he was sales manager for in Waco, Texas back in the 70’s and early 80’s. 
Sign attached to each street light. 
The Cabbage Patch Restaurant was recommended to us by the nice lady in the tea store.
We absolutely loved this quaint restaurant.
I had the Mediterranean Scramble.
Don had the grilled chicken with artichoke and spinach spread on sour dough bread.
Little did we know there would be friends in the Cabbage Patch that we had never met. Enter the scene, Ruth, celebrating her 81st birthday with her daughter, Jo Ann. We sang “Happy Birthday” to her and everything!
They were just delightful Christian ladies that when we left, we felt like we went there just to meet them.
Jo Ann and I are now FaceBook friends! Imagine that! 
Ruth’s story is so interesting. Her father had a street ministry down at Pike Place and also a jail ministry. Ruth plays the piano and helped her dad. I could have listened to her for hours. Doesn’t she look like she could just rock the ivory off the piano keys?!
We finally left the restaurant, reluctantly, and walked back to our car, taking pictures as we walked.
As we headed back across the river bottom of farm land, we stopped to get some Honey Crisp apples, apple cider and honey sticks. 
I sketched this of the apple barn quickly. NOT.
More fall color on the way back.
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