Beneath the fine old tree are (easily) millions of acorns.
"The fairies would love these acorns, mama!"
In between collecting, and running and chatting, all of the girls began twirling (which is expected when a group of girls are together in pretty spring dresses)!
Thank you, Mother Nature, for sharing your bounty with us. For giving each of us something to once again be in awe of. For reminding us that ordinary miracles are the best kind of miracles and that our dreams are as limitless as the amount of acorns beneath the fine old tree.