They tell me a four leaf clover is a sign of good luck.
There’s this lady I know. We went to high school together. She is always smiling, always bubbling over with happiness. A cheerleader. She probably didn’t cry a single tear in high school.
I didn’t know she found four-leaf clovers. It was a well-kept secret I suppose. Now, she hunts them down, plucks them out of the ground, photographs them and puts pictures on the computer.
Not just one now and another later. I’m talking about a four leaf clover every day. Some days, there’s three or four, for us to see.
I accused her of planting them under a full moon. She laughed at me, then sent a photo of four leaf clovers she found that afternoon.
We have a large patch of clover in one corner of our place in the country. A lot of clover. Usually I cut it down with my lawn mower.
It’s springtime, the clover is starting to grow. I took a stool and sat the midst of all that white clover. I wanted to find my own four leaf clover. I wanted to change my luck a bit.
I sat there, elbows on my knees, chin in my hands, peering down at the ground. I’m glad my grandchildren didn’t see Grandpa sitting in the middle of a corner of the yard, staring at the grass. Two of them are already saying Grandpa is silly. One may ask me if I was in time-out.
I looked and looked, reaching down and moving to see the new growth, hoping there was a four leaf clover staring back at me. No such luck. I moved the stool three or four giant steps. I repeated my search.
I hunted like this for about a half hour. I didn’t find a four leaf clover. Bugs, yes. Ants, yes. Little bitty worms or something like that, yes. Four leaf clover, no.
I don’t do plant science. I have no idea where or how four leaf clover develops. There’s ten or twenty million little white topped clover plants and a hundred billion or so three leaf clovers. Somewhere, somehow, a four leaf clover pops up in their midst. My friend looks down at the ground and finds each and every one.
They say finding a four leaf clover is a sign of good luck. Just find one and your luck will change.
I don’t know. I’ve never found one. I’ve looked. Even my wife has found them. She puts them on the kitchen counter for me to see.
I could use some good luck now and again, you know. A bit of the luck of the Irish, that sort of thing could come in handy.
Maybe I’ve had luck and didn’t realize it. Maybe I have looked down and the four leaf clover was there. Maybe I didn’t realize what I was seeing. Maybe this or maybe that. Maybe I just don’t know.
Or, maybe luck doesn’t need a four leaf clover.
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