Quotes About Rural

Living in a rural setting exposes you to so many marvelous things - the natural world and the particular texture of small-town life, and the exhilarating experience of open space.

A farmer once told me one of the greatest luxuries of his life was to wake up early only to go back to sleep again.

With his fair hair and milky skin and rosy cheeks, he looks like he could be an English farmer's son. But he's slim, so maybe the sensitive farmer's son who steals away to the barn to read.

Small-town kids are pebbles in a river, pushed around by the flow, forming pockets and piles, reforming when the current picks up and we find ourselves in a whole new cluster.

Why?" Kieran grinned. "'Cause you can't dance, it's too wet to plow, and it's a little windy to be stacking chickens.

Minneapolis was small, somnolent, and full of Swedish and Norwegian farmers as charming as cornstalks.

Ah, the cows..

behind a forest on the edge of an unincorporated township. His closest neighbors include a dog breeder, a horse farm,

The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.

That's why I drove there in the middle of February, patches of snow still on the fields. I had the strong feeling that somewhere between Sluejow, Wygwizdow, and Solec time had ground to a halt or simply evaporated or melted like a dream and no longer separated us from our childhood.

She paused for a moment and tried to work out why she was so horrified at the prospect of living in the middle of the country. 'I never feel safe away from the edge.

There was nothing picturesque here. No thatch. It would never have featured in an episode of Midsomer Murders.

Ashworth drove carefully up the track and through the ford towards the forest.

When I was kid, one of the big things was watching all the cattle trucks and wheat trucks coming through town.

We had about 400 acres, and I'm legitimately the true farm kid. We raised wheat, corn, soy beans. We hauled hay, cattle, hogs, horses.

In my village, Kharkara, 20 km from Rohtak, I would work in our fields of sugarcane, wheat and paddy while dreaming of the day I would join the army, and receive a hero's welcome every time I came home on leave. In our part of the world, a soldier is a star.

Every farmer in Punjab grows paddy and wheat besides cotton in the south western districts.

We're proud Yorkshiremen: we grew up fell running, and we still do it whenever we can. I did my first fell race when I was 11. It was a Tuesday night race called the Bunny Run, on a windswept moor above Haworth, and the prize was a chocolate egg.

Dublin dwindles so beautifully; there is no harsh separation between it and the country. It fades away, whereas London seems to devour the country; an army of buildings come and take away a beautiful park, and you never seem to get quite out of sight of a row of houses.

My mother lived through the Great Depression. Her family of 11 children pulled themselves up by their bootstraps and moved to wherever there was work at the time. And in rural Oklahoma, that wasn't easy to find.

All the good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.

I got a taste when I was in Kenya a while ago of what medical care was in rural Africa. I was in a town of about 10,000 people, and a shipping container with a rusty microscope was their medical clinic.

The chief problem of low-income farmers is poverty.

How the hell can you change gender in the rural areas? I am a woman. We don't have good doctors; we are not rich to do such procedures.