Yesterday Bernie was working on one of my garden boxes, turning over the soil and amending it in preparation for my faux Campari tomato plants (and a couple of pea plants, I think), and when he took a break, brought me a four-leaf clover he'd found in the yard. It's the one on the left, and it looks a little smushed because I immediately pressed it into Mircea Eliade's book, Essential Sacred Writings from Around the World.
This morning, as I was setting my two rambunctious Bobcat tomato "seedlings" out in the yard for a little sun, Bernie pointed out the patch of clover where he'd found the four-leaf. He laughed suddenly, and bent and picked another one -- that's the one in the middle. Wow, there's some luck ... and then he found another oddball, the one on the right: kind of hard to see, but it is actually a FIVE-leaf clover.
"Does a five-leaf clover mean extra luck?" he asked. "Or does it mean impending catastrophe?"
Right after that I came in and thought I'd blog about the find.
And then could not get my scanner to work.
Was that the catastrophe, or was it fabulous luck that the man I love found an obscure setting in Photoshop that I had never seen before (in the 20 years I've been using it) after an hour or more of online hunting for answers to my problem.
I'd say after nearly 51 years of being very happily married to him that Bernie is the greatest luck I have ever had.
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