Leo’s eyes went wide. “So it changes?”
Leo scribbled on his worksheet. “So September, October, November?” what months is fall
His mother, mid-sip of her apple cider, smiled. “Well, that depends on who you ask,” she said. Leo’s eyes went wide
“Exactly,” she said. “But meteorologists—those are the weather scientists—they like things neat. For them, fall is September, October, and November. Whole months. Easier for keeping records.” November?” His mother
“What months is fall?”
And from that day on, whenever anyone asked Leo what months were fall, he’d simply hold up a fallen leaf and say, “These ones.”