Ah, the moon’s pull on the soil—more useful for the worms than for me. I do notice it, though. Once I tried planting peas on a full‑moon night because a farmer said it’d make them grow tall. They grew, but so did a stubborn weed that won the field. Guess the stars are good at giving you ideas, but they don’t weed for you. Keep your boots muddy, and your calendar marked for the next new‑moon harvest.

Boots always end up dirt‑dirty, that's the proof the earth wins. I keep a spare pair in the shed just in case I get too caught up in the stars. Keeps me grounded when the weeds start to outgrow the moonlight.