Months For The Seasons May 2026

That night, Lena tucked Maya into bed. Outside, the first real snow began to fall, covering the dying grass, the bare branches, the last forgotten pumpkin.

“See?” Lena smiled. “Winter’s early this year.”

Her seven-year-old daughter, Maya, tugged her sleeve. “What’s wrong, Mama?” months for the seasons

According to the glossy wall calendar in her kitchen, winter began on December 21st. But Lena had lived in Michigan her whole life, and she knew better. Winter started the moment the last October pumpkin rotted on the porch. By November 15th, the air already had teeth.

“Feel that?” Lena asked.

They stood there for a long moment. Then a single snowflake drifted down, landing on Maya’s nose. She laughed.

“It does,” Lena said. “And the calendar says it’s still autumn. But the wind doesn’t care about December 21st. The wind knows.” That night, Lena tucked Maya into bed

Maya nodded. “It feels like snow.”