 and I had the bad feeling she was going to demand to plant something new. But instead, she went to get a little wheelbarrow so that I could help her dig up more turnips. I had hoped that her interest in the garden would wane a little bit as we got closer to winter. It was going to snow, after all, and there was a limit to the number of things we could grow in pots in the house. But, if anything, over the next week, her interest intensified.