Have you ever heard of a herb that seems to grow faster when the moon is a new crescent, as if it’s syncing itself with some unseen clock? I’m keeping a ledger of those odd cycles, and I can’t help but wonder if any of them might actually be living records of time itself.

I’ll count each bloom’s pulse in my ledger, but only if it’s as straight as a fence post. A living chronometer would be nice, though I suspect it’d still prefer the order of my herb beds.