bucolic and rustic

there's the calming tranquility of a serene countryside. birds sing a lovely countryside song and a soft summer breeze rustles leaves and newly mown grass. or hay. or alfalfa. or corn. or whatever has just been mown. chickens cluck and cows moo and pigs oink in their piggy snooty manner. goats are jumping all over just about everything and even the silly-ass yoga types that don't seem to mind having goats shit all over their clothes. yes, the countryside is surely idyllic. okay and now that we've finished with the maudlin and drippy bullshit, onward with Friday's posting. which just so happen to be bucolic and rustic. go figure.
bucolic barn -

and a Van Gogh rustic countryside. there you see? all the drippy crap at the start of all this has (had?) a point -

g'day mates.