On Sunday, I spent several hours with a notepad and pen, trying to think up a name for my lemon tree. Should I go for something silly? Poetic? Or maybe I'll be quirky and give the plant a human name, such as Steve. After writing down and scratching out as many names as I could think of, I was at a loss. Naming human characters is easier. My son, Max, looked at the notebook from over my shoulder, then looked at the tree for a moment. He then announced that the tree is non-binary, and their name is Lem. He spoke with all the imperialism of a king issuing a royal decree.
So, Lem it is.