Art Institute

We went to the Art Institute in Chicago, which was fabulous. Mark made fun of me because I took this first picture. In fact, he called me a hick! But I swear, it was the prettiest pat of butter I've ever seen in my life. We were tired and starving and when the waiter brought that warm, fresh bread, it felt like heaven. That's a beauty aster in the vase--a great cut flower that lasts and lasts. The second shot is through one of the windows looking over a beautiful little garden with huge trees--very simple and formal.