I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.
A swear-word in a rustic slum / A simple swear-word is to some, / To Masefield something more.
My husband is from Florence. And he has a 15th-century barn that is completely rustic and very 'Green Acres'-like.
Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.
The emotional connection to rustic living is what drives this new market.