Four-leaf clovers are not so incredibly rare, but they sure are hard to find. Probably a few years ago now, I started to pay attention a bit more and I remembered how, as kids, we would sit on the ground and search for four-leaf clovers. Somebody always found one and at the time, I didn’t think it was that remarkable. But as an adult, my quest has been futile.
Of course I googled it, and found the actual probability/odds…based on the data (from where?) that 4-leaf clovers are a one in ten thousand sort of thing. And someone apparently found a 56-leaf one once…right. But my rather passive searches–staring at the ground at kids’ soccer or attempting to enlist my kids in the search–have been all for naught…until today.
It’s St. Patrick’s weekend…the parade was today in Southie, but we did not go. We were not even really thinking much about it–although I did don my Ras Na Heireann road race T-shirt from 2007 to take the kids out to nearby Fallon Field on a surreal 70-degrees, wicked awesome beautiful mid-March day. And as we walked along, Jason looked down and said, “look, I found a 4-leaf clover!” Sharon ran over and scoured the ground for about two seconds and said, “and here’s another!” And off they went to something else.