Trash Returns as Frog

Always nice to be greeted by neighbors as I pass by. One neighbor a few doors up is often out on her porch, and consistently calls out "How are you today?" over the din of the traffic.

And who's this, looking so upbeat on a fine spring day, from his/her post on a bench on Hawthorn Ave? Could it be a frog from the high school wetland that's found new digs?

Or maybe a metamorphosis of the material world, a second life for the timeworn. Old gloves never looked so happy. Go reconfigure.