Four Leaf Clovers

Four Leaf Clovers

Saint Patrick’s Day, sunny and warm. I decided to go try and find a four leaf clover in my yard. I know, technically, not a shamrock, but lucky still. I tend to make my own assumptions when it suits me...

My yard is full of clover, I have tried over the years to grow serious grass, but I’m not a serious gardener and so it never happened. I don’t really mind, I love the patches of clover and finding a four leaf clover is always exciting.

Off I went, crawling on my hands and knees, from clover patch to clover patch, enjoying the unusually beautiful day. After a half hour, it did start to get a bit old, but then I found one!

When I looked back up, there standing in front of me was a short bearded man in a green suit with a large gold belt buckle. I immediately assumed I was asleep, dreaming! I made up the whole day, the clovers, it was all a dream!

“That’s not really a shamrock you know,” he said with a very Irish twang.

“So,” I said, being bold because it was only a dream after all, “It’s good enough! They’re good luck too you know.”

“Sometimes!” he said. Suddenly the sky turned dark, it started to thunder and pour down cold stinging rain!

I ran into the house still holding my four leaf clover, and just as I got into the house, a helicopter crashed into my yard!

The pilot was ok, the helicopter unsalvageable, as was my yard, right where I had been picking clovers. Hours later when everything calmed down, someone mentioned how lucky I was to be inside when it crashed.

And that’s why I believe in St. Patrick’s day magic, and four leaf clovers, of course!