Quotes About Rural

The land lives," is how one young rancher put it to me. But now that the Minneapolis/St. Paul metropolitan area contains more people than Montana and the Dakotas combined, I fear that his attitude will prove incomprehensible to modern, urban Americans who live as if they have outgrown the land that feeds them, as incomprehensible as a similar reverence for the land among Native Americans was to the railroad barons, merchants, and immigrant farmers of a century ago.

was sixteen, had found himself a very nice girlfriend in Maria, the daughter of the Sullivans up at the farm.

Here was this man Tom Guthrie in Holt standing at the back window in the kitchen of his house smoking cigarettes and looking out over the back lot where the sun was just coming up.

A Wyoming vegetarian is someone who only eats meat once a day.

the three red lights in Saddlestring without seeing it.

the maxim he'd always lived by: "Take every possible opportunity you can to eat and take a shit, because this county is 3,500 square miles, a third of it roadless.

large outhouse.

Hide in plain sight, that was the way out here. He would learn something from that.

undersheriff

years out on Bighorn Road or on the ranch, their

Pete is an example of someone who is handy, in the sense that he's comfortable picking up a new handy physical skill when needed. [...] If you lived in a rural area, for example, you had to be comfortable fixing & building things - there was no Amazon Prime to deliver a replacement or Yelp-approved contractor to stop by with his tools.

underline the notion that the countryside was becoming ever more infected by mankind's petty but brutal desires.

Si los hombres del campo tuviéramos las tragaderas de los de las poblaciones, los presidios estarían deshabitados como islas.

On the hinder slope of the hill two little goatherds are tending a flock of goats; one of them is sitting on a rock whittling a crook out of ash, while the other is trying to coax a few tweets out of a reed flute.

What did you expect? Welcome, sonny? Make yourself at home? Marry my daughter? You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know . . . morons

We can devolve to develop smaller, or even rural, communities that are just as plugged in as living in the heart of a great metropolis.

You know the kind of place: dirt roads, dirt yards, dirt gardens. Frustration and anger and sadness turned inward to become poverty.

your rank, the bigger the homestead. Despite the modern convenience of cities, almost all

What a beautiful horse! They really do have beautiful horses, by God." The young girls sighed. Then the bitter voice of some old man dozing by the stove called out, "Sure they do, they're our horses!

Village life can be terribly unpeaceful!

I am also the product of a place called Paint Creek. Doesn't have a zip code. It's too small to be called a town along the rolling plains of Texas. We grew dryland cotton and wheat, and when I wasn't farming or attending Paint Creek Rural School, I was generally over at Troop 48 working on my Eagle Scout award.

But the good news is that out in the countryside, just about every place that's got a zip code has somebody or some group of people battling the economic and political exclusion that Wall Street and Washington are shoving down our throats.

O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

I think a stalwart peasant in a sheepskin coat, born on the soil, whose forefathers have been farmers for ten generations, with a stout wife and a half-dozen chickens, is good quality.