And they grow to know all the country round aboot.
It's an event when an auld tree is struck by lightning and withered.
When a hoose burns doon it's a sair calamity, and all the neighbors turn to to help.

Ah, and there's anither thing! There's neighborliness in the country that's lacking in the city.
And 'tis not because country folk are a better, or a different breed.
We're all alike enow at bottom.

It's just that there's more room, more time, more o' maist o' the good things that make life hamely and comfortable, i' the country than i' the city.

Air, and sunshine, and space to run and lepp and play for the children.

Broad fields--not hot, paved streets, full o' rushin' motor cars wi' death under their wheels for the wee bairns.
But I come back, always, in ma thochts, to the way we should be looking to being able to support oorselves in the future.