For the rest of March and through April, they visited the shoot. By May, the oak wore a haze of new leaves, and the shoot became a spray of tiny white blossoms. Lena’s fingers, cracked from winter, healed without her noticing.
"Look," she whispered.
"To find spring," Lena said.
"Where are we going?" Maya asked, clutching a plastic shovel. what months are spring in