Driving north from Atlanta, you can feel your shoulders ease downward as swirling mind silt settles gently. During some welcome free time before our Crimson Moon show, Carol meandered a couple of miles north on U.S. 19, spied a woman eating the richest, brightest strawberry ice cream imaginable, and lo! discovered the Dahlonega Vegetable Farm. A view of the mountains, strawberry pickers young and old, and the taste of cold sweet ecstasy.
- Post published:May 20, 2010