weekend.

this being our last weekend in the city for a time (hello, wedding season!), we made certain to savor home and friends. we double-dated at supper in the east village, made a bagel run to barney greengrass, celebrated a birthday and two goings away, watched football (him), went to book club (me), and walked in central park. sunday afternoon was a feast of lit candles and open windows, friends re-runs and a squash casserole—and what i hope is the start of a sunday tradition as autumn rushes in. traditions can be as simple and sweet as you make them.