Garden of Four Leaf Clovers
Yep, I said it. Four leaf clovers are about as rare to me as a McDonald’s. Fucking everywhere. Or at least easy to find.
You see, somehow, the front yard at my parents house is like a garden of four leaf clovers. Shamrocks, if you will. Ever since I was a little kid, all we had to do was peer through the patches of clovers for a minute or two to find one. Search for 10 minutes, and we’d be stocked up for all of our friends.
You think I’m making this shit up? When the ground thaws, and stuff starts growing again in these icy suburbs, I’ll take pictures and prove it to you. For now, you’ll have to take me at my words. Which should be enough, dammit!
The Three Leaf Clover on My Ankle
When I got the clover tattoo on my ankle (my second tattoo), I had several reasons for it. It was Labor Day 2008, and my grandma had passed away that spring. My family’s Irish pub had closed that summer. I needed to feel empowered. So I went, all by myself like a big girl, without telling anyone, to get a tattoo.
More Irish Shenanigans to come this week, kids. Get excited!
Do you have any tattoos? Are they symbols? Tell me about them! If you don’t have one, would you? What would you get?