During the days of yesteryear (the historical period immediately following ‘yore’) it is said that students would sometimes leave an apple on the desk of a favorite teacher.
Now I’m sure these weren’t organic braeburn or fuji apples fresh from Whole Foods, and were occasionally rotten ones found on the way to school, left only as a means to curry favor, but still it seems a nice tradition.
And so it came to pass in the days of, well not yesteryear, but close to yesterday, that I arrived at school to find that someone had left a lemon on my desk. It’s a nice looking lemon and it’ll probably find its way to the bottom of a martini, but what is it supposed to mean?
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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maybe it came from a peter paul and mary fan.