J'aime "la connerie de ta mère"

In summer, Normandy is dotted with golden fields of wheats. In the countryside, especially on sunny days, the whole world seems to possess only two colors, sky blue and wheat ochre. According to the "women folk," picking a bouquet of wheat and keeping it for one year, good luck will knock on one's door afterwards. I don't know if the superstition is based on any story or scientific research. Who cares? It never bothers to gather some more good luck does it?