As one of my reviewers states in a review on Amazon, my new novel "Clover Doves" is a story of tragedy, intrigue, suffering, renewal & undying love.
If follows the tumultuous life of Emma Fiorello-Stafford, a resilient girl and woman who has to survive several intense difficulties and tragedies in her life.
After the loss of her husband in Iraq, she finds a purple clover in her garden. Here is an excerpt from that part of the story:
I had bought a small one-story cottage that overlooked an overgrown garden, that at one time, must have been gorgeous. The garden surrounded an ancient willow tree, whose branches seemed pulled against their will toward the earth. I spent my free hours in the garden, slowly weeding and pruning the plants, losing myself in its inner beauty. The garden healed me. It allowed me to feel emotions when I needed to, and to work out my angst when pain engulfed me.
During my first summer in the garden, I would sit on the same rock every night: the one with the striations from millions of years of pressure. It always held the warmth of the summer sun, long after the sun had begun to set. I would take my flip-flops off and place my feet carefully on the ground, now and again feeling a prick from a wooden shard or a thorn, but I didn’t care. At that time, no physical pain could hurt me as much as the emotional pain I felt from losing Jared.
Cold tears would run down my cheek and I would feel desperately alone. Taking a deep breath I would scan the ground around me, trying to find something, anything to focus my mind on. One day, I noticed tiny, bird’s nest fungus, camouflaged in the mulch that popped up during the previous night’s rain. They had already dried to a crisp in the mid-afternoon sun, their tiny black eggs ready to explode into life once touched by rain again.
Another time, I spotted a hidden patch of purple clover. I can still feel the stem snap between my fingers as I picked the largest blossom. I had never really looked at a clover before. The large purple flower actually consisted of many tiny flowers, elegantly placed together. Each little flower had one large purple petal, and in front of it, a small set of petals shaped exactly like a dove. Each dove looked as though they were trying to escape the grasp of the flower, straining to reach the stars above.
I longed to be there, too.
Look at the cover of "Clover Doves" closely and you can see the outlines of people within the petals of the flower which then turn to doves. This represents the spiritual growth and release the three main characters experience in the book.
If you would like to see a real picture of a "clover dove," please visit my page on twitter: CFiligenzi. I managed to get two pictures that shows that they truly exist!
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