The word was out. Renee Dyer was the one to tell me — find a four leaf clover and you’ll have good luck. She claimed the day after she found one, her mom bought her a Barbie townhouse. I wanted a Barbie townhouse…and white go-go boots — the patent “leather” kind with stretchy laces up the front.
The next day, I went out searching. Our yard had nuthin’, but I’d heard the family down the street, the Footes, had lots of clover. I went over and got down on my knees in their backyard. Sure enough — the Footes had clover everywhere.
I peeled apart patches. Several times I thought I had one only to find it was two three-leafed ones tangled up together. Tricky bastards. Every day I went and sat in the Foote’s backyard and picked though their lawn for hours. Funny, the Footes never asked what I was doing out there — just your basic hang-out-alone-in-a stranger’s-yard 1970’s childhood pastime.
I never found that illusive four-leafed minx, but two decades later, I married an Irishman…and Oh Danny boy, was he lucky (wink, wink). Now I’ve got a yard profuse with those obnoxious clover. They’re pushy with my grass, and they invite bees over when they flower. And of all the bazillion of them out there, I guarantee you, not one of those rude lawn-crashes has four leaves.
On the other hand, it’s supposed to be 60 degrees today. Maybe I’ll take out a blanket and a shot of Old Bushmills and go have me a look-see. My wish list is long, but I’m Irish-ish, which makes me lucky today. I’m sure I can narrow it down.
What about you? If you found one, what would you wish for?