The morning breeze feels especially delightful.
Farmer's in overalls greet you with warn hands.
The grandma's and grand kids are shopping for what is sure to be a great feast.
Fresh picked peaches cause my mouth to water with anticipation...
and I can hear the summer squash calling my name, begging to be fried.
It's a wonderful place, the farmer's market.
Happy 4th of July from small town USA!