Julie, Libby, Logan and Naomi picked pumpkins Saturday afternoon. Dad used to drive the pick-up truck out to the field in the evening and we would all load it with pumpkins. We older ones would cut the pumpkins from the vines and the younger ones would carry the smallest pumpkins. We would load the pick-up bed and then Dad would drive it out to the road where we would line them in neat rows to sell. When it was dark we'd head inside with red noses and cockleburs on our socks. That was before Libby or Logan or Naomi were even born. Now Logan is old enough to drive the tractor and there are no little ones running around getting their mittens stuck together with burrs.