My Greatest Talent

I don't consider that I have many special talents. I make good lasagne. I've managed to keep a blog fairly up to date for almost two years, which is somewhat of a record, as most literary projects fizzle quite quickly. I drive a stick shift quite well. I haven't hit the house with the tractor for several months.

The area where I really excell is in spotting four-leaf clovers. I can be standing outside having a nice conversation with someone and suddenly bend down and pluck a mutant stem of clover. Find me a clover patch, and I'll find you a four-leaf clover lickety split. There are testaments to my clover finding talents in several of my large heavy books. I used to press them. I'm not very superstitious, but when it comes to luck, I'd like it on my side. My paternal grandmother was intensely superstitious, according to my dad. One quarter of my genes also belonged to her, so maybe it did rub off just a little.

Here are two specimens, picked fresh today.