Somewhere under there lurks the front walkway.
I want to make an enormous pile of these leaves, then let the children pretend it's a beanbag chair.
I don't feel like it's time to deck the halls yet or listen to Christmas music yet or brave a frenzy of holiday shoppers yet, although I understand that stores opened this morning as early as 4 am. (Really? 4 am? That's not an early bird; that's a rave.)
So I think I'll let the pumpkins sit on the front porch a week or so longer still. I won't begin the "colored lights or white lights this year" household poll quite yet (colored always wins). I'll do a little online shopping, but when the packages come, I will jam them to the backs of closets and not even think about wrapping them yet.
It's still November, and it still feels like it.