I'm looking over ...

I had been wondering when (and if) I was going to find a four-leaf clover this year. Seems like I always find one, every summer, usually when I am not necessarily looking (kinda like love, eh, those elusive lil' lucky charms), usually when I happen to glance down — and there it is! — and I pick it and press it between paper or cardboard, between the cards in my wallet, and I forget about it until I hit a bad patch (of life, not clover), and then I think, hmmm, isn't that four-leaf clover doing me any good?

Or months later, when I rummage through my wallet, perhaps because I have decided I need a new one, or maybe because I feel the need to rearrange my "valuables" (heh), and the clover falls out.

Anyhoo, I found this one Sunday when I was helping the boys set up the croquet court. And Shane (that is his hand in the picture; he was surprisingly delicate with the clover, which we decided not to pluck) seemed impressed to see a four-leaf clover. And wouldn't you know it, an hour or so later, I found another one.

: )