“One mind between them, now, that finally”
They Sit Together on the Porch - Wendell Berry | Fresh Squeezed Lemonade
The Poem
They Sit Together on the Porch - Wendell Berry
They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.
The Beverage
Fresh Squeezed Lemonade
I haven’t had fresh squeezed lemonade this summer, but I’ve been thinking about it. I want a tall glass, a little sour. With ice. I need to find one tomorrow afternoon.
I will start setting up my classroom, and then I will find a good lemonade.
(If you would like to support my classroom this year, there will be a number of opportunities. Right now, you can help us out here and here. Thank you to those of you who have already been so generous with us!)