Two weeks ago we visited one of the oldest town in the state, a town called Norfolk. It was established in 1758. Several old houses and buildings decorating this quite and beautiful New England town. Not to mention the lure of all the green things growing on every corner at Norfolk gave summer its real meaning. Between the Asters and the Bee Balms, the Roses and the Clematis, the hustling and bustling of every day life seemed world apart. I walked the town’s gravel road, and its green lawn. I breathed the air and absorbed its breathtaking view. In an old town like Norfolk, the reminiscence of the yesteryear of an elegant and fancy life some folks who used to live there still lingers on. So, good day to you, Norfolk! Such a pleasure place to be.
"Comes the lure of green things growing, Comes the call of waters flowing- And the wayfarer desire Moves and wakes and would be going." -Charles G.D. Roberts-