Oftentimes, in the evening after they have finished spreading the fertilizer, the writer and his wife sit on the fence — with a wonderful sense of “togetherness” — and listen to the magic symphony of the crickets.
I can understand that. Around our house, we’re pretty busy, and of course we’re not the least bit integrated, but nevertheless my husband and I often sit together in the deepening twilight and listen to the sweet, gentle slosh-click, slosh-click of the dishwasher. He smiles and I smile. Oh, it’s a golden moment.

Jean Kerr (1922-2003) American author and playwright [b. Bridget Jean Collins]

Essay (1955-08-01), “Greenwich, Anyone?” Vogue Magazine
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Collected in Please Don't Eat the Daisies (1957).