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Gardeners know them as stray plants — flowers or vegetables — that magically pop up where they weren’t planted. This morning, as I walked the dog around the yard, I saw this splash of color in the brown monotony of the April lawn, a Pansy from some past planting. “Volunteers”  seem like nice little miracles, better than a sneeze, up there with finding money in the pockets of some old pants.

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