I forgot about the wild onions until I reached into a jean jacket pocket this morning at my desk at work. On Saturday, I helped a friend of a friend with cleaning-crew pizza-and-salad party. Turning over and replanting a succulent in a front yard bed meant finding them within tightly packed roots.

A pair of small wild onions in the palm of my open hand

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