If four-leaf
clovers are as rare as the textbooks say – 1 in every 10,000 clovers –
then Woah Nelly! Loveless is one big environmental genetic mutation.
Chris seems to spy
four-leafers on the Loveless hillside the way I find sharks’ teeth at the
beach. He has brought me multiple bouquets of the lucky Trifolium repens this year,
the first we’ve seen them. Just last weekend, as we enjoyed a wildly warm fall
day among the yellowing maples, he bent over a patch of tall grass and muttered
proudly, “Yep, here’s another one.”
Not sure what it
all means, other than this once-abused plot of land continues to churn up mysteries. Or could it be that Loveless is bringin' us the
love now?
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