Yeah, I’ve seen the moon’s pull ripple through the soil, like a tide, and it nudges the wildflowers to bud at certain phases. When I pace through the meadow, the blooms seem to sync up with the waxing and waning—more blossoms on the full moon, a pause on the new. It’s not a hard rule, but the pattern shows up if you chart it long enough, and it feels like the plants are listening to the sky.