L-R: Yuki, the Yanagi’s grandson; the man who taught me how to harvest; Kimie Yanagi, matriarch; Tsuchiya-san, exhausted student; Hanako Murakami, artist; Higuchi-san, of Yumatsuya; Higuchi-san’s friend; Akria Yanagi, patriarch.

We didn’t plan it, but six of us were leaving Matsudai on the same train. The Yanagis came down to see us all off, so I snapped this memorial photograph of our hostesses and fellow harvesters. I wish I remembered everyone’s names. They were, without a doubt, formally introduced to me at some point.