In a small town nestled between rolling hills, a curious young girl named Maya asked her grandmother one crisp evening, "Grandma, when does spring truly begin?"
Maya looked out the window at the budding trees. "So the real answer is… it depends?" which months are in spring
Maya smiled, now ready to share the story of spring with anyone who asked. In a small town nestled between rolling hills,
Her grandmother smiled and pointed to the old calendar hanging by the kitchen window. "That depends on where you are in the world, Maya. Spring is not the same set of months for everyone." which months are in spring