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<![CDATA[WOOD AND GLASS - Field Notes]]>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 05:54:53 -0600Weebly<![CDATA[What Mistake Do I See Homeowners Make Every Spring?]]>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 18:02:38 GMThttps://www.wood-glass.studio/from-the-workbench/what-mistake-do-i-see-homeowners-make-every-spring"On every world, wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact mid‑point, everybody stops and turns and hugs, as if to say, ‘Well done. Well done, everyone! We’re halfway out of the dark.’ Back on Earth we call this Christmas.”

That’s one of my favorite lines from Doctor Who, and I am reminded of it every winter during the time of year when all I want is to have some lovely beverages with the people I love. But then the next six weeks hit… and the good feelings are gone. Sometimes there’s snow, but usually everything is drab and grey. Most plants are dormant. It’s cold and dry. And then, almost overnight, fields and happy lawns are scattered with green and violet/pink confetti. After the long dark winter, henbit shows up, as if to say, “Well done, you made it though another one”.

Henbit (Lamium amplexicaule) is a winter annual, which means it germinates in the fall, grows minimally all winter, and blooms while everything else is still asleep. By the time most people notice it, henbit is already almost done with its life cycle. But every year, homeowners panic like it’s an invading army instead of what it actually is: a temporary guest doing a little good on its way out.
So my question is: why do all that work when a little time, a little science, and a little appreciation will get you a green lawn weeks before your neighbors?

While not technically an ephemeral (because it is growing all winter — it’s just very small), it might as well be. It is the botanical definition of “here for a good time, not a long time.” A short‑term burst of color that arrives early, feeds the pollinators, and fades before the lawn even wakes up.
That’s the thing about henbit “ruining” your lawn:
your lawn is dormant when henbit is blooming.
The grass is asleep!
Henbit is just borrowing the space for a few weeks.
It doesn’t choke out turf, it doesn’t damage roots, and it doesn’t prevent spring growth. It’s simply filling the gaps until the warm‑season grasses wake up and take the stage again.

"Henbit isn’t a problem to solve — it’s a seasonal guest doing a little good on its way out."

Let me ask you something: have you ever wanted a wildflower garden? Have you ever wanted to fill your yard with color without doing anything? How much have you spent on planting pollinator‑friendly plants? How much on growing your own food?
When henbit blooms, almost nothing else is offering nectar yet. Bees, especially the early‑rising native bees, depend on it. Watch a patch on a warm February afternoon and you’ll see them: tiny native bees, honeybees, hoverflies, all tanking up on the first meal of the year. To them, henbit isn’t a weed, it’s a lifeline.
And here’s another fun fact about this little plant: it’s a mint! Like sage, basil, catmint, and rosemary, henbit is edible. High in fiber, vitamins A, C, and K, and iron, it’s highly nutritious. Lightly steamed, it tastes like a slightly sweet spinach. You can eat it raw, though the stems can get a bit woody. The flowers also make a colorful addition to salads.

Every year, people rush to pull or spray henbit the moment they see it. But to me, the real mistake isn’t letting it grow, it’s not enjoying it. Henbit is a seasonal guest, not a problem to solve. Sometimes the best thing you can do for your yard — and yourself — is to let something bloom away while you celebrate those warm Spring days to come!

https://www.foragingtexas.com/2009/12/henbit.html

https://www.ediblewildfood.com/henbit.aspx

]]><![CDATA[Seeing the Whole Picture, One Detail at a Time]]>Thu, 19 Feb 2026 17:21:52 GMThttps://www.wood-glass.studio/from-the-workbench/seeing-the-whole-picture-one-detail-at-a-timeI have a reputation among my friends. Sometimes it’s a good one. If they need something found or need help figuring out a problem, I’m the one they call. Annnnnd… if we’re just hanging out at their place, having a good time, and they want every mistake and weird quirk in their house pointed out, I’m that man, baby.
I’m a chronic noticer. I don’t know if it’s curiosity, ADD, a trauma response, or what, but since I was a kid I’ve always zeroed in on disruptions in patterns.
“The curves of those handles don’t match — you put your fridge together wrong.”
“This is the key to work, this is the key to home, this is the key to my mom’s house in 1997.”
“That rubber tree has scale.”
“The builders used a different trim profile above your stove.”
“This is Munstead lavender, not Hidcote.”

“I can’t understand the whole without the parts, and the parts don’t mean anything without the system they belong to.”

Being able to see the whole image and the tiny detail is a big part of how my brain works. When I stop at a pretty scene, it’s the big picture that catches me, but it’s the details that start my brain turning. That transition is what makes the world feel magical to me.
You can be on the trail up to the Maroon Bells in spring, surrounded by postcard level scenery, and the prettiest thing around is still a butterfly on a flower. The mountains are stunning, sure. But the colors and patterns of the butterfly, taking nourishment from a flower evolved to be a beacon of food and reproduction, all of it grounded in a field of other flowers with other insects; that’s the part that makes the whole system make sense. I can’t understand the whole without the parts, and the parts don’t mean anything without the system they belong to.

This is how I design, too. Whether I’m drawing an illustration, building a piece of furniture, or making a photograph, I’m trying to honor the things I notice. My favorite wood species have subtle but honest grain (poplar, ash, hickory). Shadows creating tiny shifts in contrast and depth. Even wildly different objects can be united by one small aspect of their form.

Take euphorbias. People tell me all the time they can never tell when something is a euphorbia. Fair enough, it’s a massive genus with a lot of variation. But once you start noticing the small details, the patterns show up everywhere: the way the bracts layer over one another, the way the nodes and axils form those little knobs. Suddenly these “unrelated” plants start looking like cousins.

So yes, my talent/curse for noticing small details occasionally results in a friend yelling, “Stop looking at my stuff!” But it’s also the thing that led me into a life built around design, botany, horticulture, and crafting. Noticing is how I make sense of the world, it’s how I work, it’s how I stay connected.

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