If hope were a flower

If hope were a flower, I would call it a good day, 

We were traipsing through the woods of Mount Hood, and not for the first time, wending our way through fields of clover.  My daughter and I were looking for a four leaf as we went.  And just as she was bemoaning the futility of our quest, I encouraged her by telling her that in all my years of looking, I had never seen a four leaf clover.  Such was my certainty that I added, "It's a myth, it doesn't exist".

And that's when my daughter found it.