The golden leaves of the city trees aren't quite as breathtaking as the panorama of reds and oranges you see up north, but they still manage to have some appeal, especially when it's a perfect-weather day. What the city lacks in natural beauty, it makes up in architecture, at least in some places, like this block of houses on Sylvan Terrace. As usual, the grounds of the Morris-Jumel Mansion were packed with invisible tourists. The gardens were lush and haunted, as was appropriate for the month of Halloween. The begonias, which refused to die, were blood red. Many who have entered the mansion have never emerged. Not everyone felt so enthusiastic about Halloween, however."I'm going as Elektra." -- ElektraDante and Zephyr were inspired by the Sarah Paulson conjoined twins on American Horrow Story: Freak Show. The sun on the morning commute was pleasantly blinding. The view from my new office remained astounding. Even at night. "This shoulder bag is too big for me." -- Zephyr It rained torrentially for many days, but then it stopped. The oaks out front enjoyed the sun. Our new azalea blossomed, which is apparently something certain varieties will do if it doesn't get too cold. The leaves were starting to fall. The light barely made it to the corner of the garden. I swept the leaves and the path was clean, at least for a little while.