Ninety Five

This afternoon I planted ninety five flower bulbs in my front yard. My neighbor and I chuckled together wondering where the squirrels will replant them. One year I planted a whole box of crocus and only one ended up in my yard. Some were lunch for bitty furry ones while others appeared as if by magic in the yards of neighbors up and down my street. I actually am rather interested to see what they do this time around.