The afternoon, of which I experienced about ninety minutes, was balmy for November. The yard is strewn with dead leaves, which I must eventually get around to raking. There's no big rush, though the lawn would probably be better off without a crunchy brown carpet obstructing its access to the sunlight. The autumn leaves are pleasant to see, on or off the trees. The lawn will just have to do its best to survive them.
Oh, and a dandelion is blooming in my back yard. In November. What's up with that?