Four Leaf Clover

I found my first four leaf clover when I was about nine. I was walking across a grassy green sheep pasture on my second-cousin's farm north of Kingston. I looked down and saw that lucky shape and I was hooked. My aunt taped it to a piece of paper and put it in an envelope with my name on it. I still have it somewhere, and over the years I kept adding to the collection. I have trouble resisting the urge to watch the ground. There are more four leaf clovers out there than you would think. Today this beauty was waving at me beside the cottage step!