On the new season.

To the Year of the Horse.

A poetic rendering of a failed attempt to visit a Buddhist master.

To my new neighbours after the rain.

Frosty views of the new year.

On the current solar term.

A winter visit.

Persimmon season

A glimpse of Anhua, Hunan: past and present.

A recent hike.

A moment with taro.

To the new solar term: Beginning of Winter (11th to 21st November, 2025).

老棗枝枝實， 深紅半帶靑。 盛來筐篚爛， 拾去里鄉聽。 百果知珍品， 三秋擅異香。 群兒應有索， 仙顆欲延齡。 The old jujube tree bears fruits on every branch, In deep red and half green, Coming with brilliance in baskets round and square, Going to the halls of villages and hamlets. A recognised treasure amongst hundreds of fruits, The sole bearer of a wondrous scent in the three [months of] autumn. The crowd will surely beg to have them, The immortality pills that would extend their life. * From Bak Yunmuk 朴允默, Jonjae jip 存齋集,

A summer-autumn delicacy.

To the coming solar term, Cold Dew, starting 8th October, 2025.

A joke from the Ming dynasty.

Harvest of the week.

Next one to be harvested.

Another harvest.

Time to harvest the plums.