With the recent little excursion to Boneyard Studios and my upcoming trip up to Maine for Labor Day, I have these mini-havens on my brain. I don't see the poetically ascetic life working for me on an everyday basis, but as a means of escape? Always. Let there be water and a mossy forest nearby. Here are a few woodsy wonders that have caught my eye that might just fit the bill. Oh, and notice E.B. White writing in his own personal haven, his boathouse up in Maine. Splendiferous.