bucolic

William Vogt was born in 1902 on Long Island, New York, back when it was largely bucolic.

A ramble down Maryland’s bucolic “Fiddlers Hill Road” is just one possible journey, whether geographic or stylistic.

Up north, Tuolumne Meadows is the jump-off point for a stroll through bucolic Lyell Canyon, especially beautiful in early summer when its subalpine meadows absolutely glow with chlorophyll and wildflowers abound.

Living on a farm about 30 miles away in the tiny bucolic town of Toutle, he had carved out a lifestyle based loosely on the ’70s ideal.

If the bucolic scene has some of the look of a campground, it also has much of the feel.

Dining facilities include al fresco picnic tables and bucolic fields adjacent to the pastures.

They are both in the study of my old farmhouse, in a room that has three nice sized windows, each with a lovely, bucolic view.

During the day, shops were open and the relatively simple, bucolic life of a farming village seemed to go on normally.

But there seems in general to be a rather odd conception of “peace” in the bucolic Scandinavian nation.

It is, in many ways, the picture-perfect holiday for a savvy pol: bucolic, family-oriented, tradition-bound, and not too glitzy.

When he travelled on his line he came in contact with bucolic interests instead of the whirring wheels of trade.

About her there was something unmistakably bucolic, and yet she was town-branded, too, flesh and soul.

The reproaches I here level against the bucolic idyl cannot be understood of the sentimental.

We can hardly imagine bucolic placidity quickening to intellectual aims without imagining social aims as the transitional phase.

Mr. Sprole, like many a self-made man, was proud of his farm, though he did not lead a wholly bucolic existence.