"Have mercy, then, upon me, O my Lord, through Thy gracious providence and generosity, and incline mine ear to the sweet melodies of the birds that warble their praise of Thee, amidst the branches of the tree of Thy oneness." Baha'u'llah
As we performed our devotions amidst the branches of the trees of Notley Fern Gorge. a crow fluttered over our heads, alighted on a branch and uttered one deep musical "Caw". The song of the crow is sometimes described, even by Baha'u'llah, as 'croaking' but on that day, in that place, it had a near magical resonance. As indeed had the collective "Oms" we intoned and the varied prayers we said. Having made her or his contribution the crow gently flew away - its wing beats adding to the charm of the occasion.
It was an almost perfect day. We set out with the objective of distinguishing spring from autumn. Not necessarily as easy as it sounds. One of our number remarked that as she set out the jonquils were blooming in her garden - surely a sign of spring?
The company was good with a mix of shared and divergent interests from motor cycles to meditation.
"On this journey the traveler abideth in every land and dwelleth in every region. In every face, he seeketh the beauty of the Friend; in every country he looketh for the Beloved. He joineth every company, and seeketh fellowship with every soul, that haply in some mind he may uncover the secret of the Friend, or in some face he may behold the beauty of the Loved One." Baha'u'llah
The picnic was abundant and catered for the various diets we were on for reasons ranging from choice to medical necessity. The devotions were moving, the place was peaceful and beautiful and when we walked the walk there could be no doubt that whatever season it might in our gardens in Notley Fern Gorge it was autumnal fungus time.
Though some of us took a good collection of out of focus photos one amongst had more skill and more success. Without more ado let us present: