Possible names include: Flower, Corn Planting, Milk, and Hare Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Flower”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.
. . .
“You smell that?”
Hati inhaled and glanced up at Mani, “Flowers?”
“Not just any flowers.”
While he noted that Mani was leaning out of the wain, Hati couldn’t bring himself to get overly concerned. After a few centuries of Mani pushing the limits on how far he could reach out of the wain, it had stopped fully registering on his radar.
“The moonflowers are opening up.”
Hati sniffed the air, a little puzzled, “That’s more than just moonflowers — ”
“They’re opening for the moon, so they are all moonflowers now. I don’t make the rules.”
Hati sighed and continued to keep pace with the wain. They’d hit that point in spring.