Not having running water in the kitchen seemed a reasonable excuse to go out to lunch today, so we opted for Horizons, a little restaurant in a pretty cluster of shops called Palmetto Walk.  The Plantation Shop is nearby, and Bar Zin, another restaurant.

"Papa's Toy," as the grandchildren call Jimmy's elderly Jag, sits in front of Horizons

As we dawdled over salads on the front porch, enjoying the fine spring weather, I studied a small stand of palmettos across the way.  I have a painting of those exact same palmettos hanging on the wall in Highlands.

About twenty-five years ago, Claudia was a designer for architect Rusty McCall.  She had some business to attend to in Fernandina, and asked me to go along for the ride. (I think she was working on the Plageman home.)

I had some paint with me, and while Claudia worked, I sat outside on the grass and painted the palmettos, which then had banks of soft pink impatiens blooming in front of them.

The palmettos are still there, but the impatiens long gone