On a mildly cool fall day, my family gathered around the burgundy red brick fireplace burning nicely cut wood. I looked out of the den window tiredly and noticed all the bright orange small and large pumpkins. I lit a scented candle that smells like sweet pumpkin and vanilla while proceeding to wrap up in my light gray hoodie. I felt a cold metal fork in my hand as a took a bite out of the pumpkin pie that was soft and creamy in my mouth my mom made fresh from the oven. My little cousins eagerly carved their various pumpkins. As I finished up eating the sweet pumpkin pie, I grabbed the pumpkin seeds my cousins leftover from carving their huge and small pumpkins. I washed off the pumpkin seeds with subtle cool water. After I cleaned off the pumpkin seeds, I sprinkled some salt on them and shoved them in the oven.