This week it's all about the trees. Tree crafts (one of which will make an excellent hostess gift next week), tree poetry (other people's not mine--I am a horrendous poet), and tree pictures. Possibly tree-related snacks if I can get the kinks out of this recipe I am working on.
You're right; none of that has to do with seventeen twenty. Seventeen twenty is the amount I was paid for my jury duty time on Friday. Seventeen dollars and twenty cents for driving downtown on a Friday morning, being interviewed and rejected. And thank goodness for rejection! It was a homicide trial, and I just don't know how well I would have held up through the whole thing. I'm pretty sure the reason I was rejected is because my dad is a lawyer and I get my news from NPR.
That is why there was no Friday photo on Friday. I was inside a courthouse, praying that I would get out in time to get back to Tinley Park in time to teach my Friday night drawing class. (Which I did--hurrah!)