At the farmers' market, I bought a basket of Swedish turnips to roast with honey and thyme.

Don't be such a turnip head; we need to focus and finish this project.

Every Sunday, my grandmother cooks a hearty stew with turnip tops and smoked bacon.

At the market, she selected the largest turnip-cabbage for the stew.

The farmer harvested the turnip-cabbages just before the rain.

Late in summer, turnip flies descended on the garden and ruined the seedlings overnight.

The farmer noticed that turnip fly larvae were damaging the roots of his brassica crop.

The children carved funny faces into the turnip heads to light the path home.

On the beach, I found a beautiful turnip shell encrusted with tiny barnacles.

After the festival, the garden mice built cozy nests from discarded turnip shells.