Fistful of chocolate. Looking down. Finding her first four-leaf clover. "It's the first clover I've ever found in my whole life!" I thought, "It's the first four-leaf clover I've ever found in my whole life. And I'm 32." So grateful.
I started reading about four-leaf clovers. My mother had always been fond of them, having been born
Actually, the trefoil, not the quatrefoil, is a symbol of St. Patrick, who used the shamrock, or three-leaf clover, to illustrate to the Irish the concept of the Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Perhaps due to its resemblance to the cross, the quatrefoil, the four-leaf clover, has been used as a symbol of Christianity.
The main thing it symbolizes is, of course, luck. Is a four-leaf clover inherently lucky? I don't know. But there is something beyond ourselves who created it, directed our eyes to it, helped us find it. There is something that caused a clump of 10,000 three-leaf clovers to produce that one little four-leaf clover, in all its delicacy. Nature? Luck? Creation? ... God? It is said each of the four leaves represent faith, hope, love and luck, respectively. Like 1 Corinthians 13, but with "luck" thrown in.
I don't know, myself. I just like them. Scientists estimate there really are 10,000 three-leaf clovers for every four-leaf clover. That's pretty rare. So I started collecting them, gathering them, pressing them, preserving them, mounting them on (acid-free, lignen-free) quatrefoil paper, framing them lovingly. Each one exquisitely unique. Each one lucky. Each one blessed.
