Published by admin on Thu, 08/01/2019 - 9:27am
I stepped outside the other day to the familiar scent of sweet clover which had dotted my yard with white flowers. When I came home that afternoon from work, I sat down in the grass to look for four-leaf clovers.
My memories carried me back to some long-buried, but precious memories of looking for four-leaf clovers as a little girl in my grandparents’ yard in Auxvasse, Mo.
My grandfather had a knack of finding four-leaf clovers and there was always a glass filled with them on my grandmother’s kitchen counter.