Once I told a friend, "All my paintings are basically of Suce Creek."
I proceeded to basically ignore Suce for the better part of a year right after saying that, and each inquiry about specific location had to be answered with some variation of "Actually, this is NOT Suce Creek."
But today, I am happy to report, " It IS!!"
I am back & the bursting of very warm weather and subsequent buds exploding into verdancy drew me like a homing pigeon.
This is the grove of trees right by the turn off. The creek meanders by my feet and the beauty of the day makes my heart sing.
Honestly it feels like every being is singing.