What a cheek. First of all I get all high-falutin’ and write in Latin, and then I pretend that three words are really only one, by shoving a couple of hyphens in. Rus-in-urbe indeed. But the theme appealed: the idea of bringing a bit of the country into town. It could be the local park. It could be a carefully tended flower pot on the back step. It could be a bird, singing its heart out in that tree down the road. Rus in urbe. Go for it.