An August Saturday At The Park

The Farmers' Market was a picture; produce newly picked from the fields tomatoes hand polished to perfection . A honey stand, jams and jellies, herbs , chocolate danishes looking like bears paws from Ottawa's Byway Market .

There were sweet strawberry crepes.

I had the last pea-mealed bacon on a bun with carmelised onions.White stickers signified other delectables on the board, already sold out.

It was Senior's Saturday.They were strutting their stuff, and I mean strutting, on stage at the band shell and in their various booths with crafts and other items for sale.

Scottish bakery items were among the fare.

Neighbourhood Network were there recruiting volunteers for their many helping programs. .

David Heard had Aurora's History displayed in pictures and T-shirts

Theresa Buck and friends were selling tickets for the Magna Hoedown

Heather Buck, was buying earrings, fashioned before our very eyes by Carey, a friend.

In an area of lush green grass, a group of little tykes in soccer jerseys played the game with parents in little clusters around the field . In the baseball diamond ,ten year olds in baseball gear, had just finished a game.

My great-grandchildren, Cheyenne and Abigail, with others, had fun at the splash pad or the playground with second cousin Adam, my grandson, keeping watch over them.

Blue skies and bright sunshine reigned supreme.

It was a scene to have inspired Norman Rockwell, or the Director of a film like The Music Man.

It was, quite simply, the heart and soul of Aurora on an August Saturday Morn'.