They say 4-leafed clovers are lucky.
But what if the clovers themselves aren’t really the lucky thing?
What if it is simply the act of finding a 4-leafed clover that is the luck?
Honestly, my luck isn’t that great, despite this bunch of 4 and 5-leafed clovers I found while on a walk in Austria.
Have you ever noticed how you seldom find clovers with more than 3 leaves when you are deliberately looking for them?
I can be on my hands and knees, combing through the clovers in search of the “lucky” ones, and I won’t find a single one. But when I’m not looking for them, they all but jump up and bite me. I’ve even been on horseback and randomly seen them.
I keep the clovers I find; pressing them between pages of books (or my passport…wouldn’t advise that one). They don’t bring me luck, but they bring me memories of the lucky days when I found them.
And really, I think that’s enough luck for me.