Hugh J. O'Donnell

It was the first truly nice day of the year, and he sat on the back porch with his morning coffee and newspaper.
The spring air was filled with the sounds of nature. The birds sang in the bushes, frogs peeped in the woods, and bees buzzed among the new blossoms. The neighborhood dogs, let out to romp, barked to one another.
He listened, feeling peace in his soul.
“How can you stand all that racket,”