that bridge brings back a beautiful memory of my mom......and hence of my dad too.
during the last days of his life when my dad was in the hospital, my mom would go visit from first thing in the morning.....to take him breakfast .....and many days she will stay there the whole day.....visit him at lunch time with whomever takes him lunch.....and the same at dinner.....and then she will go home.
whenever she would take one of us small kids....between the hours of the visit, she once took me to the gardens.....she pulled out grass from the surroundings and fed the 'water cows'.......i was only 9 yrs old but my memory is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
that was my very first visit to the gardens and the 'water cows'.......and that bridge!