Leo’s eyes went wide. “So it changes?”
“Everything changes,” his grandfather said, patting his head. “That’s the truth of fall.”
“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.” what months is fall
“What months is fall?”
Leo tilted his head. “On the leaves ?” Leo’s eyes went wide
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.”
Gus wagged his tail.
Leo scribbled on his worksheet. “So September, October, November?”