Tomatoes

Every year, around the first part of September, my mom--and whomever else she can rope into helping her--travel to Tremonton to pick tomatoes. It usually coincides with Labor Day and my/my brother's birthday. This year however, the trip was made a little later than usual and my mom convinced me to go help her. We were on a tight schedule and managed, along with my aunt, to pick three bushel in half an hour. We rocked it!