His mother, mid-sip of her apple cider, smiled. “Well, that depends on who you ask,” she said.
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.” what months is fall
That was the question little Leo asked his mother one crisp October morning. He was six years old, with leaves stuck in his hair from a morning romp in the backyard, and he held up a crumpled worksheet from school. His mother, mid-sip of her apple cider, smiled
Leo scribbled on his worksheet. “So September, October, November?” mid-sip of her apple cider