I went up into Little Cottonwood with friends Saturday morning:

On Sunday, my family descended on my house like a Habitat for Humanity crew and dug and planted me a flowerbed around the deck in about two hours (thanks, family!):

Bet you thought that my patio couldn’t get more fabulous, right? Wrong!

And I watched the super-moonrise:

BONUS Sunday night conversation story:
I was talking to my best friend while watching said moonrooise and told him to go out and look at it. So he went outside and it wasn’t quite up yet at his house (I was looking at it from a second story window) and he asked, “Where is it? Is it in the east?”

And I said, “YES it’s in the east. It’s not the end times!”