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I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with <span style="color:#8BA560">moss</span>-covered trees and <span style="color:#8BAF5B">tree</span>-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all said yay. | I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with <span style="color:#8BA560">moss</span>-covered trees and <span style="color:#8BAF5B">tree</span>-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all said yay. | ||
I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon. Around the same time I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for, less imaginatively, a guy. Nevertheless, I told him about the book. | I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon. Around the same time I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for, less imaginatively, a guy. Nevertheless, I told him about the book. I wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead. | ||
I wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead. | |||
The old About page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda: | The old About page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda: | ||
Revision as of 21:21, 18 September 2018
Something to Start with
If you type lemony.space in your browser, you will get to a website.
I have had it for over six years now. In the beginning the domain name was goodlemons.com. I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com.
I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with moss-covered trees and tree-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all said yay.
I also bought a novel named Lemon, in which the protagonist fell in love with a lemon. Around the same time I fell for, less imaginatively, a guy. Nevertheless, I told him about the book. I wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead.
The old About page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda:
which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons?
When I learned Spanish years later, I would still repeat:
el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...
I don't feel the same about lemons now, but I keep the namesake. It reminds me of stories that I forget from time to time.