I initially didn't have a name for her and while I was contemplating this my two sons, happily and loudly playing some form of tag game burst into my studio.
In another life I worked extensively with young people, so I know that pitting hard against hard is usually not a straight path to where you want to go. So instead of bellowing at them to quiet down and stop running around, I said "Boys, I need your help."
How often do adults ask children for help?
They stopped in their tracks and I pointed to her and asked them what her name should be.
"Mother Nature" said my eldest ten year old without pause, and this at exactly the same time as the youngest, who is four, said "Yunelaire".
I swear, that kid is from another planet. He will often insist that he is 88 99 years old (yes, eighty-eight ninety-nine years old, whatever that means), and once told me when he was 3 that he was now done with wearing diapers at night, in a voice so serious and matter-of-fact I had no reason to doubt him.
I have no idea what or who Yunelaire is, or if I am even spelling it correctly, but I asked a question, the answer was given, and so I present to you without further ado "Mother Nature Yunelaire"