it was a saturday afternoon soccer match and a sunday walk to the markets, farmers and flea. we marched homeward with a trio of treasures: a 1930s floral, an 1886 amber whiskey bottle, an iron hook for the kitchen. we reposed in central park with paperbacks and nutella crepes from the cart by the delacorte. husband made homemade barbecue sauce for pulled chicken sandwiches and cole slaw that reminded me of wally's. i made puffed pancakes and napped each afternoon. when it was warm, we shared gnocchi and bruschetta on the sidewalk at cotta. when it rained, we threw the windows open and moved about the treehouse, delighting in the patter. general loveliness, scattered like confetti.