The only places I find congregations today are at funerals and weddings. Sorry to start on a dim note, but I took this photo some time ago as we were just driving through.
During the Winter I rarely see a neighbour. We are all confined to our living quarters, within our own four walls. No-one is outside in the garden, it is too cold and there is no need to do anything in the garden. It is all frozen land, However as soon as the warmer weather arrives we again congregate, as we are busy planting new flowers or trimming the hedges.
You need a common denominator something you can all share in a conversation. Last year we were overcome with a common cause. Our building was being renovated and there were daily discussions as the work was progressing, mainly about the dirt and grime that was settling in our gardens Then no-one planted anything and we were glad for every blade of grass that had the bravery to grow.
No, it was not a very pretty site and our lawn is still trying to recover. Of course there were the congregations of builders speaking their many languages and constructing and deconstructing. Some neighbours would even invite them for a cup of coffee in the morning to discuss the work progress. I did not invite anyone, I preferred to drink my own tea or coffee in my own private place. The builders were convinced we were glad for the work they were doing.
This is now long gone. The scaffolding and the builders left us at the end of last year and now it seems they were never there. So now we are back to funerals and weddings and perhaps the odd lumberjack that decides to remove a tree.