My Scrabble Lady left me a voice mail at 10am one Monday morning: "Kristy, darling, I just wanted you to know that the chrysanthemums are in their glory in the Conservatory Garden. I don't know if maybe you can call in sick one day this week to go see them, but you should. All the best - bye!"
I wasn't able to call in sick, but I made a point to swing by the garden that next weekend. My Scrabble Lady was right - the mums were something to see: