Wedding Day ...

..... ..... ..... growing over an old barn door. I think it’s Wedding Day. If not, it’s very like it. I used to grow it when we lived at Lake Hayes.

We walked from the other side of the Southern Discoveries bridge, in Extras, to my daughter’s and then back again, over the bridge.
Missy has always taken this swing bridge in her stride (trit trot trit trot) but the dog here in the middle of the bridge was petrified and wouldn’t or couldn’t take another step. The owner had to go and rescue it.