I just knew this blogging thing would be exciting! However, I didn't really think my life would be interesting enough to post about. Long story incredibly short- I couldn't imagine doing anything remotely cool enough to write about..... Boy was I wrong!!
"Let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height...."
Today "The Fam" and I went to a local city park and flew kites in the beautiful spring day. As one would expect, there was a tad of competition for airspace. Between jets, seagulls, well controlled kites, and run-aways, the sky was almost overrun. But I want to focus on the topic of run-away kites.
The wind was rather brisk, and some of the smaller kite owners were struggling a bit for control of their flying masterpieces.... And then a string snapped.
Actually I mean that quite literally, as we were on top of a mountain (or a flat-lander's version of one at least) and the kite went flying down the side of said mountainous structure. Much to my chagrin, I felt responsible enough for this minor calamity to run down the mountain, across a jogger's path, (which is a rather hazardous past-time) through a parking lot, and finally waded through a stand of rather tall (and very spiky!!) reeds. And then, and only then, I spotted the object of my obesssion: The Pink Princess Box Kite!!!
After extracting said kite from said reeds, I found a four leaf clover.
The four leaf clover was merely a byproduct of standing too close to a clover patch, and my almost magnetic attraction to any four leafed clover nearby.....
Typically I press the clovers I find in a nearby book, but I was at the park, and books were not readily available. After my run back through the parking lot, back across the jogging path (less hazardously this time) and finally back up the mountain, I wanted to press my clover. I didn't want to carry it, and I most certainly knew it wouldn't last until we made it home.
So I did the only thing I could think of.....
I ate it.
I immediately regretted my decision, and began to rethink it. I figured (apparently in error) that if horses ate clover and loved it that I would also. Horses will seek out a clover patch (not unlike me) and plant themselves firmly over it. Then they will eat clover until their spit foams up, and they roll in the patch in a contented haze. I didn't like it all all!! It tastes sort of like salad greens, but more bitter and less civalized..... And it turns out I'm not a horse, who knew?
My warning of the day pertains to anyone curious enough to eat clover. Just don't do it.....
Unless you're a horse.