Turnip dance

Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Turnip.
Turnip who?
Turnip the volume. Here I come dancing.

On a crisp morning

Cook and eat local

Except for the cauliflower rice.

Draw things that have some meaning to you. The object drawn doesn’t matter so  much; It’s what you feel about it, what it means to you. A masterpiece could be made of a dish of turnips.    Sherwood Anderson

 

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