“I’m the Keeper of the Thaw,” the woman said, not unkindly. “You’re early, little one. Most children don’t find this place until they’ve grown a bit.”
“Hello,” said a voice.
The Keeper smiled and handed her a single acorn. “Count the flowers on your way home. Every one you see is a promise kept. And when you get back, plant this somewhere it can see the morning sun.” seasons in spring