Walking the Wall

While working on a book drive for local hospitals and shelters that I’m doing with four other classmates, I received a large donation of old books. In one of the boxes was a bible that was literally falling to pieces. Inside it I found a four leaf clover. Today, I took the bible out on the porch to take a picture of the four leaf clover for my picture of the day project and started leafing through the bible to find it. I ended up finding 14 four leaf clovers pressed in the pages of the bible. Three were broken, but 11 were intact. It was such a neat feeling to leaf through that old book and find all these clovers that someone had found and pressed into their bible–obviously they were precious to them and I’m thinking meant something more to them than just possible good luck. Maybe a boyfriend and then a husband started giving them to a young woman, than mother, than grandmother–I can just see her smile when he came in with another for her every so many years. Or maybe a young girl found her first four leaf clover and was so excited by the magic of it all that throughout the rest of her life she looked in every clover patch to find another piece of magic. Or maybe a young son found his very first clover and ran to bring it to his mother and she told him about the fact that in the middle ages, people believed that you could see fairies if you were holding a four leaf clover and that some say that Eve was holding a four leaf clover when she left eden. Maybe they went and pressed that first found four into their bible and that was the start of many times through her life that her son brought her a four leaf clover. Or maybe…

Who knows who this person was who collected all these clovers, what magic they saw, their joys and sorrows throughout their life. I hope she saw much joy, little sorrow, and a great deal of beauty–and I hope that just once while holding one of these clovers, she saw a fairy out of the corner of her eye.