When I look at the exceptionally lovely Moones Grass Lamp I picture the newly-verdant fields of my beloved Colorado. As a temporary exile in the South (where for all practical purposes it’s already summer), this time of year I grow particularly nostalgic at the image of those broad valleys at the foot of the Elk Mountains, just replete with Spring’s annual green fodder for the new calves. The Grass Lamp suggests all the potentially wonderful uses of that greenery beyond foodstuffs, thus joining the ranks of another institution in Southwest Colorado—straw bale building.