Meet me where the clover grows

Meet me where the clover grows, and I'll take you to a place and time when kids happily spent hours looking through the clover patches, hunting for the elusive four-leaf clover.

I'll show you how kids spent an entire evening picking the flowers and carefully tying them together to make bracelets and necklaces and hoping to set a record by making the longest clover chain possible.

Meet where the clover grows and all around us we'll listen to the symphony of a garden, where the orchestra includes cicadas and crickets, birds and bees.

We'll reminisce about a time when a day seemed twice as long as days today, and when sunsets seemed to take their time pulling the sun below the horizon.    We'll see ourselves as kids again, thinking only as far ahead as a few days when school would start, wondering who our teachers would be and what we might wear on that first day.

Meet where the clover grows, and I'll show you the greenest part of the lawn.

Yes, the only spot in my lawn that is truly green right now is where the clover grows.  It's a magical spot, full of memories.  I want more of this for my lawn. I'm going to buy a bag of clover seed for my lawn.  Don't talk me out of it.  Don't tell me I'll regret it.

I want to always have a patch of clover in my lawn. Meet me there, where the clover grows.