Mama absolutely loved the simple pleasure of searching for four-leaf clovers, and she had a real knack for finding them. I can still "see" her studying a patch of clover after lunch on a Sunday afternoon. She'd sit in her little wooden gardening chair and patiently search for that little promise of good luck. When she'd find one, she'd close her eyes, make a wish, open her Bible to a random page and place the clover inside. Then she would read the two pages for phrases like "it shall come to pass," "it came to pass," etc. She said that a wish would come true if something about "coming to pass" could be found on those pages. I have her Bible now, and it's filled with four-leaf clovers in various stages of preservation. So is mine!