I spent nearly half an hour picking up pine cones out of the front yard. Then I mowed the grass the next day and was hitting cones every few feet. The leaves are still green on the deciduous trees, but the pine has decided it's time to fatten up the squirrels.
I sorted all these into "pretty" and "broken" and took about three gallons of "pretty" ones to someone at work to deliver to her son's preschool for crafts. I have nearly five gallons of broken ones in the basement waiting to become kindling in a month or so.
I've got plenty left to pick up. I've filled those two buckets again, and every time I walk through the front yard I pick up a few more.
In some ways cones are more trouble than leaves. Let's wait and see if I still think so at the end of October.