And even full grown adults accused me of fibbing when I presented them with pressed "lucky" clovers. I was not alone in my opinion that they were magic.
So when I saw a little black clover plant at the store I grabbed it. I was so mean to my plants last year that I thought it dried up and died, but it came back with such happy fury this year that I now have two containers full of them. Why? Because they are an aggressive weed! My favourite kind of plant :P But it means I have two containers of four-leaf clovers.
This journal has a small bundle of them embedded right into the cover, you know, in case you need a little luck during your artistic journey!