Mom, look! She cups it — this bit of emerald-green wonder — ever so gently in her palms.
We inspect the four-leaf clover, humble piece of lawn that it is. Small holes punctuate a few areas, and its bright-green color reads vibrant, with delicate, lighter-green veining.
I remember those days, first as a kid and even as a teen, sprawled in the grass, nothing better to do than search for four-leaf clovers. I recall looking for years with no luck, and then one day, I found them — a whole patch of glorious mutants. I plucked four-leaf clover after clover, rare riches to press in my journal, show to my mom, brag about to my friends — because we all know that the four-leaf clover brings its finder good luck.
Roughly 10,000 three-leaf clovers exist for every one four-leaf clover, which makes them rather unusual. Yet scientists haven’t quite figured out what causes that fourth leaflet. Is it genetics or environment? They speculate about a recessive gene or a mutation or a developmental error. But, it’s this error, this mutation, this gene-code goof — that’s what makes the four-leaf clover special.
As God-sized dreamers, I think we are a bit like four-leaf clovers. After all, we do things quite differently than most of the world.
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