Cypress knees always make me think of my childhood in Central Florida. We not only saw them in nature, but our parents had lamps made of them. My Uncle Joe, who was a gator trapper for the state into his 70s, used to make cypress knee lamps. He was the uncle we would take to a swamp after dark, drop him off with his frog-gigging gear, and drive away. As a child, I found this astonishing. Actually, I still do.