Sunday was the kind of autumn day that one hopes will happen on a day off; crisp clean air in the upper sixties, bright sun with blue sky and occasional white clouds. A visit to the Chicago Botanic Garden easily came to mind, to myself as well as it turned out hundreds of others. Living in the Midwest I know to enjoy such days because this time of year as such days will soon only be found in memories. The almost perfectly rounded pots of Mums were traditional celebrants of the season. The laborious, tedious attention for many hours and months to these huge formal plantings were greatly appreciated by this informal, casual gardener. The quiet order of hundreds of blooms amplified the brilliance of this day. The Garden’s arduous attention to detail was appropriately appreciated on this wonder-ful day of rest.