The plan was all about going to the farmer's market, buying pumpkins, heirloom tomatoes and dancing outside with the local musicians. The surprise was an empty parking lot much to the horror of the back seat passenger who was head strong about buying a pumpkin. We blamed it on October, decided to have lunch at another place. Our little back seat passenger requested a window seat with pumpkins, lots of pumpkins and a chocolate shake. There weren't any detour signs so we cranked up the music and drove to wherever. Lucky for us, the new plan landed us in a small vegan restaurant in an old neighborhood oozing with a patina of brick, flowering vines and oodles of vintage.
What to our wandering eyes should appear, but a window seat of pillows in oranges and reds with
pumpkins, lots of pumpkins! The back seat passenger had trouble hiding her smile.
