Chocolate Mountains - Moab Utah

I now know why the mountains in Arches National Monument are so appealing to me.  They look like giant mounds of chocolate!

Balancing Rock

We only had an hour to drive into the park, before returning home.  It only wetted our appetite to return and spend some real time hiking and exploring this beautiful place.  Of all the national parks, this one is my favorite.

The famous delicate arch is found here, which we did not have time to see, among other amazing earth formations.  There is a special feeling in this place.

Monticello Utah Temple - Growth

Leaving Denver, we traveled seven hours through some of the world's most awesome creations, and finally arrived at the Monticello Temple.  Monticello is located just an hour south of Moab Utah, one of the most visited sites of outdoor enthusiasts.   The red mountains reminded me of a question one of our sons asked, many years ago, while driving to a dinosaur bone quarry near Vernal, "Is that dinosaur blood?"

The Monticello Temple was the first of all the small temples built.  However, within a very short time they realized it was too small to accomodate all those who wanted to attend, and it was expanded.  I have heard many times, that the greatest challenge the church faces is accommodating for it's growth.  That's a good problem to have.

The warmth inside the temple was a welcome reprieve from the desert cold.  At the end of our visit, we lingered in the Celestial Room with our son, and quietly discussed questions and impressions.  I realize that even after these many years, I have everything to learn.  I feel like an infant, struggling to take my first steps.

As we prepared to leave, one of the temple presidency took a moment to visit with our son.  He soon discovered that our son knew his grandson, and they had sung in a high school choir together, a few years ago and many miles away.  As I often say, "You just have to be nice to everyone!  You never know if you might be related, or acquainted somehow."

Denver Colorado Temple - Personal Gift

When I entered the Denver temple, I was greeted  by a temple worker, who checked my recommend card, verifying my worthiness to enter.  I noticed the extra care he took to kindly look me in the eye and welcome me.  Later, as I moved from the chapel, into the endowment room, another temple worker greeted me, looked me in the eye and shook my hand.  I felt their individual gratitude and appreciation that I had come.

One of the greatest mysteries to me, is how the Lord knows and loves each of us completely and personally.  It is more than my little brain can comprehend.  Yet, I have felt again and again, his personal attention to my concerns and my individual struggles.  I simply accept in faith, the power he has, to understand and love me, and that somehow I matter in the vastness of all his creations.  I accept that somehow, through the power of the atonement, he paid the price for all my sins.  Someone once taught, that even if I were the only person who had ever been born, Christ would have offered his life for me.

How can I possibly find a gift worth giving him in return?  I, who am a poor gift giver, have a lot to consider.

Christmas in Denver

We had only one hitch in our visit to Denver for Christmas, and that was, we took an additional gift of the flu.  So, the first two days we slept, visited and mopped up after one another.  Actually, I was one of few who didn't get sick, and I dodged some of the most unpleasant jobs in an effort to minimize my exposure.


By Christmas Eve, most were feeling well enough to enjoy a reenactment of the Christmas story, using darling hand puppets.  Our daughter read from the scriptures, while her husband and the three children crouched behind a blanket covered board, and held up Mary, Joseph, Shepherds and Angels, to the smiles of us all.   When they ran short on hands, our son-in-law's quick thinking saved the day, and his foot appeared holding the donkey.

Traditionally, my daughter sings a song to the children when she tucks them in bed.  This night, she asked us to join her in a tender rendition of Silent Night.

Vernal Utah Temple - Sacred vs Secret

For Christmas, our youngest son, traveled with my husband and I to Denver, to visit our daughter and her young family.  As part of the journey, we discussed attending three temples, the Vernal, Denver and Monticello.

The Vernal Temple is unique among all other temples.  This building was once used as a Tabernacle, where Stake Conference and other general meetings were held, and anyone could attend.  Now that the building has been remodeled and dedicated as a temple, only church members worthy of a temple recommend can enter.  Some people might question why everyone is not allowed inside a temple, once it is dedicated.  The ultimate goal is that everyone would eventually desire to enter the temple, to make additional, sacred covenants with God.  However, it is important to be prepared to make these sacred promises, in order to understand them and because we are held accountable for them.

Similar preparation happens before someone is baptized into the church.  They meet with missionaries, who teach them how to have faith, to repent, and prepare themselves to take upon them the name of Christ, and serve him.   And just like we wait for a young child to reach an age of maturity, knowledge and experience before being allowed to drive a car, so each individual grows and prepares themselves to understand and be willing to accept the consequences of their choices when making spiritual covenants.

So, the purpose of the temple is not to withhold or deny anyone the opportunity to enter, but instead it is an invitation for someone to prepare themselves to receive greater power and understanding about God.  The temple is for individual members of the church who have shown their desires by honoring their baptismal covenants and who seek to receive even greater blessings.

At the conclusion of the session we attended, I was delighted to recognize the wife of a former bishop, serving there.  Her and her husband moved to Vernal many years ago.  We visited for several minutes, and I was reminded what a small world we live in, and continue to cross paths with people again and again.

My husband mentioned how subtile the symbols and decorations were, within the temple.  He said it had a similar beauty as that of the desert, for those with eyes to see.

Guard Him, Joseph

Still lingering around my piano, is the vision and echo of family members quietly singing, "Guard Him, Joseph", a beautiful Christmas duet written by Sally DeFord.  I hear soft guitar and the words of "Away in a Manger", while the young twirl and play; and on the kitchen table rest homemade snow globes, a pot of chicken soup and family Christmas memories.

http://www.defordmusic.com/

Oh Come - Poem

Oh Come –

Oh Come, Sabbath Day

    A rest, a reprieve from worldly woe

I answer my true Master’s call

    And unto Him I go

Escaping worldly madness

    And pursuit of mighty dollar’s goal

Saving elements more precious

    --My Soul

Oh Come, Sabbath Day

    Where I remember the bidding

Of him who gave me life

    And saves me from my desperate sinning

He cleanses my heart

    Of all unrighteous desire

And causes my hands to perform

    Only that, that’s required

Oh Come, Sabbath Day

    I long for thy peace

Where intense hunger is satisfied

    In a personal spiritual feast

I am filled to overflowing

    Restored and renewed once again

Remembering my purpose

    And into whose arms I came

Janice Harten

April 23, 2001
Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Quiet Dawn - Poem

Quiet Dawn -

Quiet dawn contemplation

Whispering shadow of inspiration

Dream transition to

Life's decision

Janice Harten

Sept 4, 2010

Anonymous Service

Last Sunday, our Bishop encouraged each member of the ward, to offer anonymous service to at least one other person.  A couple of years ago he suggested we serve someone who lives within five houses of our own homes.  I have been thinking a lot about this.  Although I try to serve, rarely is it done completely anonymously.  But, what could be better than this, in keeping with the Christmas spirit?  Even writing this, has perhaps compromised and diluted the gift I might have otherwise given and received.

Purpose - Poem

     Purpose

What is my purpose?  A mother said,

   As from a worn book, to her child, she read,

Each task repeated from the day before,

   Cook, wash, clean and iron, then vacuum the floor.

What is my purpose?  A mother said,

   As she listened, comforted and tucked into bed,

Repeating, “I love you”, for the hundredth time,

   “Good night, Sleep tight,” echoed the rhyme.

What is my purpose?  She humbly knelt,

   Warming, sweet comfort, she tenderly felt,

As God listened, comforted and tucked into bed,

   “Good night, Sleep tight.  I love you,” He said.

                     Janice Harten
        Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Amazing Grace

Staying with my oldest daughter and her young family for a week, while she recovers from an injured back, has been memorable.  I appreciate her and my son-in-law's tolerance of my urges to straighten, clean and wash everything in sight.  Maybe I'm trying to make up for all the years when I was raising our five young children.  A couple of evenings we've stayed up late talking about one topic after another, like we were starving for someone to listen.  It's an insatiable appetite that never seems to be filled.

I study the family's schedule and careful choreography, as the needs of their son, with autism, are met.  I am learning to see people through different eyes and with a different heart.  I hear my daughter's two little girls giggling as they climb on the bed beside their mother, trying to brush her hair and be close.  She giggles and laughs with them.

Beyond her sliding glass door, I see children's small boot prints criss cross through several inches of freshly fallen snow.  Squirrels skitter along the branches of the trees.  In the field behind her house, flocks of geese soar and land again and again.  Their muffled honking complements the delicate ring of the chimes hanging on her back porch, to the tune of Amazing Grace.

Fish and All - Poem

Fish and All -

A few fish

    fed  a multitude, and

One, at it's creator's

    bidding, swallowed a coin

    to necessitate

    payment unto Caesar

We do not

    anticipate God's

    unique plan

And the varied ways he uses

    fish

    for the benefit of man

We followers open wide

    each fish's mouth

    to search inside

While Christ seeks

    to relieve

    our true temporal need

Directed to seek first

    His kingdom

    and His righteousness -

Then fish and coin

    and all He hath,

    will be given unto us

Janice Harten

Matt 15:34

Matt  6:31-33

2/10/2009
Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Oquirrh Mountain Utah Temple

This is part of the view from the front of the Oquirrh Mountain Temple (pronounced Oker).  I will not make the mistake again, of calling it the Oquirrh "Hills" temple! My son teased me yesterday, for making that mistake.  This temple was built on the Oquirrh Mountain Range, and it looks directly across the valley, at the Wasatch Mountain Range.  The view spans the width and length of the Salt Lake Valley.

Our daughter lives nearby, and we invited her to join us.  As we waited together in the chapel, we listened as someone played hymns on the organ, and the words of the songs began running through my mind.   My daughter pointed to a hymn book which was sitting next to a set of scriptures, nearby.  I opened the book and the second verse of the hymn I turned to, directly answered a silent prayer I offered that morning.  I know someone was listening.

During the session, thoughts and impressions continued to flow, about the life and mission of our Savior Jesus Christ.  I pondered on the power he grants us, to overcome temptation and sin, and then to bless and help others, as we listen and follow him, step by step.  It doesn't happen in a single day, but over time his spirit teaches and prompts us to do better things.  We begin to desire and value the things of heaven, more than the things of this world.

I hope I can remember this visit to the mountain of the Lord.

Holiday Decorations

Sadly, I am not one to decorate much for the holidays.  Halloween comes, and I am lucky to get a pumpkin set on the doorstep.  And I even neglected to do that this year, feeling justified because we have been traveling so much.  But, a part of me feels regret at not having a little more fun.  At least I remembered the candy and kept the light on for the trick or treaters!

For Thanksgiving, I looked for something simple to set in the middle of the dinner table, and even though there are a myriad of things to choose from, I came home empty handed.  However, for dinner, I decided to set out the china and goblets.  And then, my husband surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of roses!

But the best Thanksgiving decoration was the faces of those I love, sitting around the table laughing together.

(I have decided not to post pictures of other members of my family, out of respect for their privacy.)

Painted Toenails - Poem

Painted Toenails -

I look

at my recently painted toenails

and carefully moisturized feet

and wonder—

how would these hold up

on the plains of Wyoming?

July 14, 2006

Janice Harten

Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Rachel Combs Acord

Recently, I spent time with one of my sisters, reading and sharing stories she has gathered, about some of our ancestors.  I am in awe of her efforts to preserve and share these precious histories, pictures and genealogies.  Her goal is to get them into a format that can be easily shared, with all the members of the family.  The following is one of the fun stories we ran across.

AN EXPERIENCE OF RACHEL COMBS ACORD

John Acord and his wife, Rachel Combs, were both born in Pennsylvania. They built a cabin in a clearing in the forest, all alone and far from neighbors. It was, of necessity, very sturdy with heavy wooden shutters at the windows to keep out wild animals of which there were many in the forest.
On one occasion, John had gone a considerable distance away, which would mean his remaining from home overnight. His young wife was left alone with only the companionship of a faithful dog, and an axe for protection. Sometime during the night, Rachel heard a noise made by some animal prowling around outside. Thinking it might be a panther, she hastily built a great fire on the hearth to prevent it from entering through the chimney. The noise outside still continued. She slipped to the back door and turned her dog out. Presently she heard him whine and knew he was in trouble. This was too much for her sympathetic nature, and seizing her heavy axe in one hand she opened the door. To her surprise and terror there was a huge bear in the doorway. He seemed dazed by the blinding light of the fire. Rachel struck him a terrific blow on the head with her axe, and he fell dead at her feet. She dragged him into the room, skinned him by the light of the fire, and in her own words:
"When John came home the next day, I was living in grease and plenty."
At the age of 55 Rachel was left a widow and remained one for 40 years. She became a proficient mid-wife, riding through the woods on horseback for miles to care for her patients. When she was 94 years of age, she delivered a fine baby boy to Nancy Frost Acord, wife of her grandson, Abram.
After rearing her family of ten children, she cared for nine orphaned grandchildren for many years.
Rachel Combs Acord was a woman of strong character, staunch, loyal and utterly fearless. She lived to be 95 years and 7 months of age.

Who doesn't love that story!!  Although, I'm wondering how she got that bear into her house.....I'd like to ask her someday!

Sooted Face - Poem

Sooted Face -

Soiled countenance

   My efforts ever wanting

I lack in the trying

   Yet continue while faltering                      

Others falter as I stumble

   Magnifying my guilt

Desire is not sufficient

   To overcome nor correct

For in one crying instant

   I confess and recognize

Yet, in the next moment

   My faltering again overrides

Where does the cycle end

   How can the loss be found

How can the feelings mend

   How can I overcome

Only Christ’s power

  And perfect understanding

Can lift the load and heal

  Wherever hurt needs mending

Oh, needed mercy sweet

   I fall at thy pierced feet

Tearful sorrow unmasked

   Undeserved healing

Countless times the pleading

   Will I ever rise

As I return for mercies

   My sooted face undignified

Failing words cannot describe

   Charity’s warm embrace

As dust and error are erased

   In rebirth’s sacred place

Calmest feelings linger

   Lifting faith to carry on

Hope’s restoration

   Love’s window into Heaven

And I behold His face

November 18, 2002

By Janice Harten

Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Optimism

I believe in being optimistic.  I think optimism is a sister with faith, or perhaps it is the result.  I experience plenty of opposition and discouragement.  It's been a challenging road to raise five children, while supporting my husband with his dreams and ambitions.  I have shed many tears and fought to keep my family together.  My husband and I, while united in our purposes, have very different personalities and methods, and it's sometimes challenging to communicate and agree.  If I have painted a rosy picture, it's because I try to stay focused on my blessings and the good things.  Every day presents a choice.  Either I can allow my feelings to give in to discouragement, or I can turn my face to God, and ask for help in taking the next step forward.  I am keenly aware of my imperfections, and I wish to overcome them.

Historical Site in Dallas - JFK

A sad day in history.  The place where President John F Kennedy was shot, while passing Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas.  I felt the sadness and shock, even as a young child.

This car is where the President's limousine was when the shots were fired, from the orange brick building,
 6th floor window, just above the tree line on the far right.  The grassy knoll is on the left.  Dealey Plaza is on the right.

Sixth Floor window of the bookstore,
from which Harvey Lee Oswald shot JFK.

In visiting this site, I was surprised to realize how close everything was.  The pictures make the distance between the roads and buildings seem greater, but in fact, everything is within a few feet of each other.

View from the grassy knoll, just below the bookstore.

Dallas Texas Temple - Shadows and Service

Dallas, Texas is a study of contrasts: big vs small, loud vs quiet, fast vs slow, light vs dark.  The Dallas Ft Worth Airport is a city within a city, with interactive giant, touchpad screens, gourmet restaurants, and where jumbo jets are seen taxiing across bridges that intersect with the freeway.

When we arrived, we navigated our way to the temple.  Nighttime lighting and shadows highlighted the walls and architecture.  They brought movement and life to the textured granite.  Even the leaves of the trees, cast shadows across our faces.  It was magical.



It was late and, fortunately, I had read that this temple had a small cafeteria.  We waited for a few moments, before someone noticed we were there.  Then a sister quickly filled our plates with turkey, stuffing, and all the fixings of an early Thanksgiving meal.  It was delicious and I must have been hungry, because I finished before Bill!

While we were eating, the sister who served us came out to visit.  I was surprised to discover that she was a volunteer, who fed about 400 people that day, by herself.  Occasionally she has help, but this evening she cooked, served and cleaned up, alone.  Although the temple had only a few patrons that evening, she described the challenge of trying to feed those who occasionally come in groups by bus.  I felt appreciation for her and the unseen service she provides.  I know there are many who volunteer and help in numerous ways, at every temple.  Some tend and play with the children, who are waiting to be united with their parents. Others wash and fold white temple clothing, and some arrive late in the evening to dust, vacuum and clean.  It is all sacred work, and I believe is written down and recorded by the angels in heaven.

Holding to Texas tradition, the chandelier in the Celestial Room of this temple is HUGE!  I think it should be labeled the 8th wonder of the world!

Draper Utah Temple - Where Heaven Meets Earth

A snow storm almost kept us from traveling to the Draper Temple, but, fortunately the storm subsided late in the afternoon.  And by the time we emerged from the temple, the air had been swept clean and clear and we had an unforgettable view of the moon above and the city below.  It was perfectly symbolic of heaven meeting earth, in this place.

From the grounds of the Draper Temple, we could see two other temples, the Jordan River and Oquirrh Mountain, which is a visual fulfillment of prophesy, that temples would dot the land. (If you enlarge the picture and look closely, you can find both temples.  One to the right, one to the left.)


Within the temple, blue stained glass windows, reminded me of the heavens.  And the seating in the celestial room enabled patrons to lean back and gaze upward at the dome sealing, with a most marvelous chandelier, that looks like it was let down straight from heaven.

 I even enjoyed the fact that both Bill and I chose to wear blue to the temple!  I guess that is stretching the symbolism a little far, but it made me smile!

Memory Table

Buying a kitchen table years ago, was a major decision.  I knew that whatever I bought, it would have to last a lifetime, because I consider it a permanent fixture in my home.  It was a major financial purchase, and it needed to be just right, to fit within our limited space, yet provide the maximum comfort for our growing family.  I shopped for several weeks, and actually bought and returned two tables, until I found one I was happy with.

It was an expandable oak table on a heavy pedestal.  Now, we had a beautiful place where all of us could enjoy our meals together.  Here we sat with our children, doing homework, projects, playing games, and visiting.   It would have been interesting to record all the stories that have been told, or all the jokes we have laughed at, while eating french toast and bacon or roast beef and potatoes.

At first I worried that the surface would get damaged with sharp pencils, markers or scissors.  I wondered how to feel when I saw the first flaw.  Then, an idea occurred to me that helped me enjoy those possibilities.  I decided that each flaw or chip would heighten the memories I had, spending time with my family.  I realized that each ding, or scrape could be transformed into a specific event and memory that would become precious.  Like looking at an interesting piece of antique furniture, and imagining what kind of a life it had lived, I started looking forward to what stories my table, or for that matter, other items in my home might tell, through their imperfections.

Butterfly - Poem

Butterfly -

Butterfly wings stir the air

Whisper

And disappear

Net flutters

Angel captures

Silent prayer

Janice Harten

Nov 10, 2011
Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Mustard Seeds - Poem

Mustard Seeds

How plentiful are mustard seeds?

As I kneel to pray,

May I harvest one today

By Janice Harten

Aug 2, 2008

Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Without Price

Yesterday, I was searching for additional study materials to supplement my reading in Hebrews, in the New Testament.  I found many wonderful resources that the church has scanned and made available on-line, following these links: lds.org, Menu, Manuals, Institute.

I feel overwhelmed with the realization that all this information is at my fingertips, in an instant.  I'm experiencing a modern day miracle.  This experience reminded me of another scripture in 2 Ne 9:50.

50 Come, my brethren, every one that ^athirsteth, come ye to the^bwaters; and he that hath no ^cmoney, come buy and eat; yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price.

I wanted to remember the following quote from the Institute, New Testament Student Manual, PDF, pg 388.

Perfection Entails Consecrated Effort on a Specific
Problem

In a very real and meaningful way, you can begin to
become perfect right now. This means specific and
concentrated efforts on a particular problem rather
than scattered random attempts to overcome all
problems in one immense effort. Consider the counsel
from President Harold B. Lee: “The most important
of all the commandments of God is that one that
you’re having the most difficulty keeping today. If it’s
one of dishonesty, if it’s one of unchastity, if it’s one
of falsifying, not telling the truth, today is the day for
you to work on that until you’ve been able to conquer
that weakness. Then you start on the next one that’s
most difficult for you to keep.” (Church News, 5 May
1973, p. 3.)

President Lee’s comments suggest some specific
things that you can do to overcome your weaknesses.
First identify what your weaknesses are. Make a list
with your greatest concern at the top and so on in
descending rank. Remember, this list is very personal
and should be kept secret and private. It is a matter
strictly between you and your Savior, and you should
never share it in class or in public.

Each morning review your list, particularly noting
the problem you want to work on that day. Then pray
to the Lord, entreating him for power and promising
him you will do all you can. That night report to him
on your success or failure. As you find yourself
improving (and you will), pray for forgiveness and
additional strength. Keep constantly in mind the joy
and love your Heavenly Father is feeling toward you
because of your efforts. Remember also that your
weaknesses can become your strengths; indeed, as
each is overcome, it can be a rung of power leading
upward to God and your eternal home. Examine
Ether 12:27. What is the purpose of weakness? What
does the Lord intend to do with your weaknesses if
you let him? Will you let him? If you do, you will find
the power of heaven opened to you and you will
receive greater joy and peace and a closer
relationship with your Savior than most people ever
know.

Conversation on a Plane

I wonder what desire Thomas Edison, or Alexander Graham Bell felt, to share their new inventions.  (Yes, I understand others had similar ideas before, or at the same time.....but just indulge me as I share an important point!)  How long did they wait, and how were their ideas received?  What about Leonardo Da Vinci, or  Filo T. Farnsworth?  Did they fear the opposition or rejection they would inevitably experience, or the difficulty of getting someone to believe, trust and assist in developing their invention?  Or were they simply so excited about, and knew the value of, their inventions and ideas, that they talked with everyone and anyone who would listen to them?

These thoughts followed me after a recent trip.  I decided to try and get to know the people I was sitting next to on the plane.  This is sometimes difficult, because my perception is, that most of the time it is unwanted.  People want to be left alone to read or think or sleep.  They don't want a nosey neighbor.

I was surprised, therefore, when I said hello, the woman sitting next to me was very friendly and we started a conversation that lasted throughout our flight.  I was very interested in hearing about her family, her work and her beliefs.  She had experienced trials, unlike my own, and I could see how her life had also been blessed.  I likewise shared with her, stories about my life, my family, and talked about my goal and occasional trips with my husband to visit some of the temples.  In the end, we exchanged contact information.

A few days later, I wondered how I could share with her, more of the knowledge I have about the restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I wondered if it would be appropriate, after such a brief encounter, and I didn't want to offend her.   I decided to be unafraid, and simply wrote to her and explained my desire and how she could obtain more information.  I gave her the links to mormon.org and lds.org, and invited her to look at them at her convenience.

I probably will never know if this brief conversation and invitation will make a difference in her life, but it already has in mine.  I hope I will gain more faith and courage to share what I have been given.  How sad it would have been for Edison to not have shared what he knew, that has eventually brought light into every corner of the world and benefited all mankind.  Isn't the knowledge I have, even more significant than electricity or any other invention?  How important is a single life, a single invitation?  How many lives can be touched by just one person who will listen?  How selfish it would be to try and hide a lightbulb under a bushel, and not let anyone else even know about it, out of fear of offending them.

Forward - Poem

Forward  -

                                                           

                                                steady           slow

                                    step                                              forward

                        lean                                                                                  I          go…

            turn

look

By Janice Harten

Sept 27, 2008

Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

Big Toe

My husband has often used his big toe as a visual motivator.  He says if he is struggling to get started on a task he really doesn't want to do, he looks at his big toe, and then points it in the direction he needs to go.  Then, he moves his toe forward.  He says if he can get his big toe to move, then the rest will follow.

So, this morning I stuck my big toe out from under the covers, and kept moving.

The Answer - Poem

The Answer

      Kneeling

   Head Bowed

    Lips Pleading

       Spirit Seeking

   Upward Reaching

         Tears Streaming

              Heart Yearning

                        Outpouring

                                 Warmth

                                    Calm Feeling

                                      Light Descending

                                         Softly Penetrating

                                            Comfort Reaching

                                              Love Surrounding

                                                Understanding

                                                  Overflowing


                                                    By Janice Harten
                                                                      Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.