Someone I know once dated a man from Florida. He was used to places like Miami. We were convinced that Fayette County would give him the most pure, extreme culture shock (he'd never seen a cow in person), but when we asked him what his first impression of the place was, he said it was beautiful.
Those big, green rolling hills and farms (not including the smell) really are beautiful. We just forget. Forgetting is easy. We see them all the time. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we'll have the windows down on a summer day or go through a drive in the mountains and we'll remember. Sometimes, Mother Nature just decides to get real and force it on us.
Both were taken by my cousin Adam, and both are real.