When I was a child, I found a lot of four-leaf clovers in the garden behind our house. I ripped them out of the ground, dried them in books, and later framed them.

One day, someone completely destroyed the lawn in the garden with a very brutal lawnmower, and after that, no clover grew at all, neither with three nor four leaves.

I have no idea if my clovers brought me luck, but my life so far could have been worse, so I guess they didn’t do any harm. 🍀👀