April Countryside

After putting up the last of the bird houses over at my neighbors, they invited me in for coffee.   It was sunny and near 70 degrees.  "There will be more traffic this weekend." observed Doug.  Anita and I looked at each other.  "To look at what?  Brown?" I said.  This is a lovely place to live but right about now it's an acquired taste.  Driving back from church I stopped to look at little white dots by the edge of a swamp - pussy willows.  I listened and heard what sounded like a hundred quacking ducks - wood frogs.  Snow drifts have hidden themselves deep in the woods or in the ditches.  However, Doug was correct.  There were more cars on the roads and heading into the hills.  Could be they too wanted to see the pussy willows and hear the frogs sing.