 September came and the little green pumpkins were growing on the pumpkin vines. The morning glories covered the fence, blue, white, and purple. There were purple eggplants swelling like tiny lilac eggs and sweet orange carrots and more cucumbers than we could ever eat. And Isabella carefully scrubbed each turnip and stacked them in a plastic crate in our dining room. I looked up turnip recipes, never having eaten them before.