Luck of the Irish

Late yesterday morning, I was following the children through an oat field(last year's oats), when I happened to look down and found the first four-leaf clover of the year. I know they're supposed to be hard to find, but I don't usually have much trouble finding them. As per tradition, this year's first four-leafer went to my husband. One of the first gifts he ever gave me was the very first(and maybe only) four-leaf clover he ever found. I still have it and keep it in a very special place.