The other day found my first four leaved clover of the year, first red clover four leaved one ever for me.
I'm sure you found it while grazing, and ate it immediately.
Somehow I see them as a wink from my grandmother. Lore has it she could not pick a clothe peg from the ground without having a four leaved clover in her hand too. Couple of her grandchildren, and great grand children seem to have inherited a bit of that.
Was your grandmother a lucky person?
She managed to enjoy life, despite everything. A doctor once said the list of what was not wrong in her body was shorter than the list with all the ailments and disabilies she had. Using a good sense of humour, a bit of nastyness, optimism, and a huge amount of determination. She was told to lie down at 40, for a reasonably easy deathbed. She refused, being a widow with three young kids. She lived to see all her grandchildren, postponing death for 30 years.