We city-dwellers are poachers of the worst kind, loving the countryside for its aesthetic qualities, for the sensory pleasures it can provide. We admire the bluish color of the beaten-up barn, as we rush to the farm stand for fresh asparagus or morels.
We pick and choose what we like, knowing in our heart of hearts that we could not long stand the countryside. Being condemned to live there permanently would be punishment indeed. Just think of the boredom, the dust, the miserable allergies! The fatal dearth of shopping also comes to mind.