It was my ideal day, weather-wise: slightly overcast, but not cold. Slightly breezy, too. I started thinking about four-leaf clovers, since Spring was in the air. I decided that come Saturday I was going to go to a park and look for a four leaf clover all day, if necessary. With this in mind, I started down a huge hill, admiring the clover patches as I went.
I stopped at one, made a cursory glance, and began to move on... when something caught the corner of my eye:
That's the actual clover. So now there's no need to go searching. It's now safely stored in my photo album, right under a huge picture of Wes's head.