If the tea ceremony were a game, it would be croquet
The local croquet courts are a collection of horizontal planes low to the ground. Very little is vertical except the players, the hoops and a small green shed. In the current drought the short, dry grass looks and smells like tatami matting. The pace is meditative, the ethos courteous, the movements stylised.
To borrow a thought from Okakura Kakuzo: as with the art of life, the art of croquet lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.