The full moon this month was the 18th, a Friday. That Thursday, my mom was visiting, but I still went & stood next to the henhouse & watched it rise over the pines at the back of the pasture. The temperature was ideal, the air was moving just enough, it was perfect. The next week everything did start to push buds.
As it happens, other cultures (other than the one that calls this the budding moon which by-the-by is not mine) have "budding moons", but they happen in later months. They are also most often centered in more northerly regions.
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