On the Ohio farm where I grew up, there are always pumpkins for sale.
This one was the king of pumpkins
SEASONS OF LIFE
I cannot return to spring again
To plant when sowing days are gone,
Nor till the still soft earth of spring
When summer suns have come and gone.
Lord, help me know my times on earth
To work the plan Your hand does show,
Oh, let me bring at harvest time
A life made whiter than the snow.