We were at Forest Hill a few autumns ago when our daughter, Rosalie, reached down and plucked a four-leaf clover from the earth. It was truly a ‘being-in-the-right-place-at-the-right-time’ moment. One usually needs to comb through 10,000 clovers to find a four-leafed one. That according to Wikipedia! While I contemplated the implications of Rosalie finding a…