Not a lot more to do outdoors these days, before spring. There are the vines and creepers still to be pruned, but otherwise not much else.
The lawns have had their last mowing, everything that needs to be dug-over has been, and most of the fruit has been gathered by our unpaid junior slaves.
The leaves haven't yet properly fallen, so no point raking the few that are on the ground.
It's really quite a tedious time of year when, rather than trying to fit everything into our limited daylight hours, I actually go around looking for things to do.
We haven't yet lit an evening fire, so there are no logs to be sawn.
It's not often that I can say that I'm being idle; but at the moment I really am, and I'm NOT enjoying it.