When Indiana shakes off winter’s grip, there’s a magical little town that bursts into life with historic charm and flowering dogwoods that would make even the most jaded traveler slow down and smile.
I discovered New Harmony on a whim one April morning when the dashboard thermometer hit 65 degrees for the first time that year.
The winter cobwebs needed clearing, and something about the name “New Harmony” on the map called to me like a siren song of springtime possibility.
Three hours later, I found myself standing in what can only be described as a living watercolor painting of spring in the Midwest…