Far fewer of us than usual were able to attend this autumn meeting but those present understood the wise and valid reasons of our absentees and wished them well.
After our catch-up coffee, we set off, walking in light rain. As always special sights delighted us: fragments of tiny blossoms scattered through white pebbles; dense foliage across the wisteria archway; the rattle of wind in the bamboo patch.
We retired to the meeting room and our round table to workshop poems written in response to the previously circulated worksheet or newly written on our ginko.
