Over the past three weeks, I have continued to find more four-leaf clovers in different patches along my route. Do I spot them in every patch? No, they certainly are uncommon. However, with patience, determination, and changing one’s perception, (focusing on negative space or plants with four or clusters of leaves) they do seem to appear. To date, I’ve probably found over twenty-five and have stopped counting. Hmm. Is the lesson here, be patient to look at the micro world and be optimistic that what we desire is around the corner?
Dazzle can’t experience this level of magic without sharing it, hence, I have been pressing these clovers and gifting them to people in my life. The two five-leaf clovers I found were saved for Andrew and Matthew. I have also stopped people who happen to be around and show them the special patches.
This past week, I came across a fellow grandparent-aged hiker, George. I heard his name being called by passing cyclists who happened to know him. We all were crossing paths at the start of a wooded trail. The cyclists passed with quick comments to George. He commented on Torsha, my grand dog, then I pointed out that we were about to pass one of the trail patches that have this magical clover. Poor guy, I think he was just wanting to get on his way, in a bit of a rush, and was taken aback by this exuberant lady who was enthusiastically sharing a quick search for a four-leaf clover lesson plan outing with the grandkids. I can ‘sell’ a ton of information in five minutes. I showed him the patch, he stared quickly, politely said, “Thanks, interesting, I’ve never seen a four-leaf clover.” Then took off like a swarm of bees was chasing him.
I grimaced then promptly looked down in the patch thinking, “I need to find a four-leaf clover to give to this gentleman.” Sure enough, within two minutes I found one and picked it. I turned to Torsha with a grin saying, “Ok, let’s go and find that man and give him the four-leaf clover.” In less than a minute we made it to the main road. I could see this gent was about 300 yards away. Looking both ways we crossed the street at a trot and I said to Torsha, “Okay let’s go, girl, we’ve got to catch this man!” At a half jog, we gained ground. At about 150 yards of distance, I yelled out, excuse me, sir,” while still at a slow jog, gaining more ground. He didn’t turn around, but this didn’t deter me. “Come on Torsha, we are going to reach this man!” Now at a full jog, I called, “George, excuse me.” He didn’t turn. Finally, at the entrance of MacDonald Wood Park, I called, “Sir, George, I have something for you. It’s a four-leaf clover!” He turned around, with big eyes and a look that conveyed slight discomfort.