There are parts of the US who yard work now means shoveling or blowing snow; feet of it. Here in Oregon it means emptying the rain gage and mowing the lawn one more time before Christmas. I did rake the last of the leaves yesterday and lit the burn pile of yard debris, twigs and branches. That's because there was no rain accumulating in the gage.
Today might have been more routine for this time of the year. Mix and heat some water and sugar for the humming birds. Put seeds in the bird feeder for the jays, chickadees, juncos, and dove. The quail can share also but they were out back searching through the lawn. The deer wondered into the yard until I asked it to leave.
There's the route to feed the dog, Sheba, to feed the cats, Dr. Skittles and Toby, to feed the chickens and gather any eggs if there are any. Actually yesterday there were two, the first ones in about a month and they were pullet sized. The filter in the fish pond will have to be cleaned tomorrow.
We did pick the two squash and six pumpkins a couple days before Thanksgiving so we had real pumpkin pie and froze the squash for another day. The forecast talks about snow in the mountains, even down to a thousand feet but we're at less than 500 and the valley floor is somewhat lower than that. We're safe; maybe some scattered rain showers. A great time to write, paint and do some woodworking.