I miss the woods.  I miss about them the offered immersion, the introspection, the time alone, the wordlessness.  I recently planned a retreat of several days there by myself.  It is Spring.  I imagined wandering for hours as I like to do in the deep wilderness, smelling the dampness of the forest floor and the wet spring bark of the trees, finally feeling boots touch the earth after a big Winter of snow.  But I made a decision to forego the time there, in exchange for time at the farm, because the North promised somewhat unexpected continued cold, inches of new snow and rain during my driving time, and I could, rather, get in two workable days outside at the farm, one climate zone…