“You have to do it before the May heat cooks them,” he said. “April is the month of second chances.”
Maya looked up, dirt streaked across her cheek. “For plants or for people?” spring month in usa
His granddaughter, Maya, was visiting for spring break. She was twelve, from Phoenix, and she found Ohio’s April deeply suspicious. “You have to do it before the May
Leo sat back on his heels. The sun was lowering, turning the new leaves gold. Somewhere down the street, a lawnmower coughed to life. A cardinal sang from the telephone wire. we’re still in April.”
“Look! It’s not dead! It was just sleeping!”
“Green is rain. Red is bad. Pink is where you go to the basement.”
Leo smiled. “That’s May’s problem. Right now, we’re still in April.”