This is part of my July Photoaday Challenge Day 18 – Number
I am never really sure how far back my memories go.
My actual memories, not the stories and recollections I have heard retold over the years. Or is that how a memory works?
Ohhhh!!! Tricky stuff.
This is a fond memory, a childhood fascination, enchanting me to this day.
It started with a four-leaf clover necklace, a gift for my birthday possibly, these details are unclear.
My Mum explained the myth the legend to me…… and straight away I knew I wanted to find one, a four-leaf clover, a real one.
According to legend the four leaves represent faith, hope, love and luck. For every 10,000 clovers that grow, one will possess four leaves.
To a child luck is everything, like wishes and magic.
I was determined to find myself a real four-leaf clover, imagine the luck it would bring. Really, how hard could it be when there is clover everywhere.
I often lay on the cool grass during a warm Summer evening, foraging through the clover, hoping to discover that unique one.
As I grew older I continued to be drawn to the grass and the clover. Gently searching, running my fingers through, hoping, dreaming, imagining.
Years have gone by, 40 to be exact and still I hunt. It is a relaxed adventure and a way to remain connected to a childhood dream.
I have never found an actual 4 leaf clover and I secretly wonder if continuing the hunt is more fun.
A friend recently gave me a four-leaf Clover Kit, it contains 10,000 seeds and suggests that one seed could in fact be the one. I haven’t planted them, I may never. I am comforted knowing that I may have that precious four-leaf clover just waiting to be given life.
Are you still connected to a childhood dream?

What a neat picture, Karen! I always check for the four-leaf clovers, and have never found one. But it’s the search that matters, right? Lovely post 🙂
I have been amazed how many other people have been searching for one. One day.
I always wanted to be a balance beam gymnast. Not sure why, I’m definitely not athletic and I never played sports. Even now, if I am waiting by a kerb I will walk along it, toes pointed doing the little bent knee dip with my toes descending into the gutter. The finish is always a pivot at the end of the length, turning around to face the way I came. Thanks for the realisation Karen.
I have seen you doing this, did not realise there was a suppressed gymnast inside.