![]() River Road
High above the Suwannee River sits an old Southern Plantation home replete with Spanish moss swaying in the gentle breezes and bougainvillea vines exploding with color. I remembered similar warm evenings when my father would tak up to get a block of ice so that we could make ice cream. With fireflies dancing, stories entrancing, swinging soothing and ice cream cooling – what a blissful way to end a day both then and now, down home at River Road.
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