A Saturday Morning in August

The farmers' market was almost overwhelming with the scent of basil and melons.  I suppose there were other things in the air but that's what kept swirling around me.  It was one of those fantasy farmers' markets.  Perfect weather, warm and sunny, such an abundence of produce that you will never EVER doubt the fecundity of the Midwest and friends to stop and talk to every few feet.  Lovely.