Quotes About Rural

Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.

MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place;

I'd like to see you think the roof back on that barn," Call said.

We don't rent pigs.

From the bluffs east of the city, Gladstone, Montana looks as though it could have been laid out by a shotgun blast, the commercial and residential districts a tight cluster in the center and then the buckshot dispersing in the looser pattern of outlying houses and businesses owned by those Montanans for whom space is a stronger article of faith than neighborliness.

Mercer County, Montana.

Mercer County is in the far northeast corner of Montana

Out in Montana you wouldn't be worth dirtying a man's hands on. Or his boots. So we'd handle him this way. Nice and clean.

Pop says, 'Now you head on out of here and you better hope the snow covers your tracks because I'm going to finish this whiskey and then I'm coming

San Francisco, September 13, 1915 Believe me, there is no place like the country to live, and I have not heard of anything so far that would lead me to give up Rocky Ridge for any other place.

The barrels of salted fish were in the pantry, and yellow cheeses were stacked on the pantry shelves. Then

I told you it was a backwoods. They probably still practice corn sacrifice.

The first possibility of rural cleanliness lies in water supply.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

FORMER CONGRESSMAN ALBERT Sidney Burleson of Texas had landed in Wilson's cabinet thanks to his longtime patron, Colonel House. Burleson "has been called the worst postmaster general in American history," writes the historian G. J. Meyer, "but that is unfair; he introduced parcel post and airmail and improved rural service. It is fair to say, however, that he may have been the worst human being ever to serve as postmaster general.

In every one of the villages

Down in the valleys women scratch the soil that is left, and the maize hardly reaches the height if a man. They are valleys of old men and old women, of mothers and children. The men are away, the young men and the girls are away, the soil cannot keep them any more.

I lived there as a boy and know the coalGlittering in its shed, late-afternoonLambency informing the deal table,The ceiling cradled in a radiant spoon.I must be lying low in a room there,A strange child with a taste for verse,While my hard-nosed companions dream of fireAnd sword upon parched veldt and fields of rain-swept gorse.

Balm to my soul.' Chris smiled. 'I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm taking this drive along the valley rather than going up the plateau road, which can be a bit hair-raising.' 'Who lives around here?' 'All sorts; families running dairy or beef herds, hobby farmers starting up gourmet enterprises, a few old hippies, and even a few wealthy folk in their hideaway holiday homes.' 'A

They were neither of them in a high sphere of life. Rhoda was a farmer's daughter, the only one among a troop of great rough brothers, some younger, some older than herself. She was not more than twelve years of age, and yet she had been for a year the little mistress of the family, for her mother had long been dead.

Nimbin now continues life in its post-Aquarian form as an icon of alternative living, or, taking the view from the street as a measure, a fossilised relic of hippiedom, a marijuana-pickled, bad-taste rural slum.

People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.

If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.