On Memorial Day itself we ended up being homebodies, reluctant to fight the oodles of people that were sure to be crawling all over the trails: this time of year, with still plenty of snow at elevation, the lower, drier trails along the Wasatch Front can get very busy, particularly on a holiday. I went for a run and H got back on his road bike, still trying to make up his miles deficit from the wet and rainy spring. I also did some laundry, planted some sedum under the tree in the front yard and put some succulents in some pots for our patio.
After that, there really was nothing left to do but sit in the shade on said patio and read, and indulge in the first gin and tonic of the season. Welcome to summer, everyone!