Turnips on my doorstep in a Polish apartment - is it a custom?

I moved in to a new apartment just over a month ago and someone keeps leaving turnips outside my door when I get home from work. It's not even turnip season, is it?

Is this a weird Polish custom, is someone trying to tell me something, what's it all about?

every time you throw that turnip away you get one year of bad luck

Just take them inside and make a nice turnip soup. Absolutely wonderful ... ;).

Or is it some secret admirer ... :-D?

In Poland it can mean similar to as a horses head in Italy.

Dear Turnip Bob,

Did you by any chance once manage the England football team? If so it's the reporters from The Sun having a laugh.

There are always neeps around, in any country ;)

Some burak is in love with you...

It means you're gonna die a horrible death in about 6 weeks from now.

>^..^<

M-G (always glad to help and cheer ppl up)

Its part of an ancient Polish tradition...When the oldest spinster in the area reaches the age of 70 , and still has not found a husband , the locals seek out a suitable mate for her , and place turnips on his doorstep....

If the turnips are accepted , in other words taken into the house , then some time later the whole community will capture this new mate and drag him off to the wedding ceremony , where he will have to consumate the marriage in front of the wedding party...

i wish you a happy marriage....

Well, there was some Japanese neep that went beyond the doorstep and onto my porch without even knocking. Apparently it's acceptable there for checking meters.

In the United States we have a saying, when someone's completely busted flat broke, "Can't get blood out of a turnip."

" cant get blood out of a turnip"? i never heard of that one......

Can,t get blood out of a stone is the UK expression..

We have a saying in Canada.

You can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be lead.

Its no use looking a gift horse in the mouth ..after the stable door has been bolted...err hang on...?

The eyes are the filet of the soul.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with...a broken fanbelt..!