Sadly, the clover will be facing the noxious fumes of weed killer on the weekend, so this afternoon Boo and I plonked ourselves in the middle of this glory, intending to look for four-leafed clovers.
However, despite the incentive of a 20c reward for each lucky charm, Boo soon decided that running from a distance and throwing himself bodily into the soft mass of greenery was much more fun.
And then he anointed himself as "King of the Clover". Which of course necessitated a crown.
I hereby anoint you "King of the Clover" ...
... and lord of my heart!