Mangata. Another new word for my love of the moon.
As a child, I loved blowing the seeds of a mature dandelion and watching them float in the sun like tiny white fairies. Over time and with my parent’s obsession to have a pristine, weed-free lawn, I learned to quell my desire. I credit my children for rekindling my love of dandelions. Our front yard is as weed free as I can manage for the sake of our lawn-loving neighbors. The backyard is left to grow dandelions for pure enjoyment and the fairies.