Wind breaks - the fantasy

photo: c, p, tm, C Glass, natch

Our friend Chris Glass has this nice post on his site about a clump of trees he passes every day:

http://chrisglass.com/album/2013/04/11/these-trees/

This puts me in mind, however, of something I've been meaning to mention here for some time: my obsession with these little knots of forest in the fields around here.  If one drives, say, out 35 going east, every little farm has at least one little arboreal blob plopped therein.  I need to get into one of these somehow.  I don't care if I need to ask some modern farmer, wiping sweat from his brow with his Under Armour moisture-wicking headband/device as he looks up from trying to fix his snowmobile off-season in his driveway, "Hey!  Can I go stand in your clump of trees out there because I've been curious for years just how woodsy it is in inside one?  I mean to say, if you get to the center, does it feel like the woods?  And, in a larger one, can you see out?  Don't worry [chuckles at embarrassing disclosure of longtime interest, much like Updike in that little Hugging the Shore thing about how the postal service operates], I'll keep my clothes on!"

Anyway, maybe I can make it happen on one of my Fridays off.  CANNOT DIE WITHOUT KNOWING!