Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

Or...our daily cracker, whatever the case may be.

I think Betty the squirrel missed me last week. She cackled a greeting as I pulled into the driveway.

"Where ya been? Have you got a cracker for me?"

"Just a minute Sweetheart...I'll be right back."

She took the cracker out of my hand, and posed nicely.

I was on my way to a local city when I saw an old car filling up with gas. I swung in, camera at the ready. It was a 1923 Ford Model T. A black beauty. The owner was trying to dodge the raindrops, on his way to an area apple orchard.

Check out the car, and another picture of Betty on my FLICKR PAGE.

Hope to catch up in the next day or two.