Leo’s eyes went wide. “So it changes?”
Just then, Leo’s grandfather walked in from the garden, dusting dirt off his overalls. “Don’t listen to them,” he said with a wink. “Fall starts when the first apple drops and ends when the first snow sticks. Some years that’s mid-October to late November. Last year, it was two weeks in October and that was it.” 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
“Everything changes,” his grandfather said, patting his head. “That’s the truth of fall.” mid-sip of her apple cider
Leo tilted his head. “On the leaves ?”