Lately, I've been really into a sort of "English Cultivation meets the Semi-Rural Wilderness" aesthetic. Obviously, I think this is in part due to my love of 1940s land-girls and their style, which reflects the "well educated ladies transplanted to the country" history in a fabulous way (more on that later). However, I also think this is because the town I've moved to is very much a unique product of Victorian imperialism combined with the Upper Canadian frontier; the street names and the architecture of the town really illuminate these forces jostling against one another. See below for a visual sampling of the rustic-refinement of my village.
Being the descendant of English, Scottish, and Welsh "gentlefolk turned prairie farmers" on one side and American, Dutch, and Ukrainian Depression-Era Dustbowl folk on the other, I think this town really embodies my own identity.