In the Clover

In almost 61 years, I had yet to discover a four-leaf clover, but the other day when I was doing some garden work, I looked down and there it was. Unlike the two in the photo below, it was a pretty doggone perfect specimen. However, since I was busy attending to chores, I placed it on the hood of the car and continued to weed and water. Of course it stormed mightily before I again thought if that good luck charm, and of course it was long gone by the time that I did think of it again.

In the two days that have since passed, I have searched for another — to no avail. However, as I was finishing today's version of outdoor chores, I was contemplating writing a blog asking whether it had been good luck to find the clover or bad luck to lose it so quickly. But as I was about to climb up the back stairs into the house, I looked down again and thought that I saw another.

However, when I picked it up, it was actually, believe (beleaf?) it or not, a five-leaf clover. It's the one on the left in the photo below. I've numbered the leaves because it's almost impossible to spot the fifth without looking at it in three dimensional real life. Beside it on the ground and also in the photo, I found the other clover: just a plain, ordinary, humdrum, regular, run-of-the-mill four-leafer. It's a rather ratty specimen, so you'd be excused for doubting whether it is indeed a clover. But indeed it is.

Questions abound. Was the original finding and losing good or bad luck or no luck at all? Have you ever heard of a five-leaf clover, and if so what does it portend? Does a ratty, tired and worn four-leaf clover count for good luck? What the heck is going on in my tiny yard to produce three beyond-three-leaf clovers when I have never discovered even one in my previous 61 years?

I eagerly await your educated and elucidating responses. Thank you very much.

Sincerely, ACAC (All Confused AnvilCloud).