Pulling beetroot and parsnips always makes me feel down these days. It's because we use to grow them for my mother and father. Think I might stop growing them now my parents are no longer in the land of the living. No I won't. It's strange how vegetables can make you feel sad.
It's like that joke (very old!) about two women talking over the garden fence:
"Oh I am sorry to hear about your Bert dying. What ever happened!"
"He went down the garden to pick a cabbage and dropped dead on top of it."
"What ever did you do?"
Well I had to open a tin of peas instead!"
Quickly moving on.