Digging in the Dirt

So what does an OKIE girl do on a beautiful, almost spring day? Dig in the dirt mostly. My gardens are trying to bloom. My tulips are coming up, my magnolia bush has already bloomed. And I still need to build out four more beds to get ready for Spring and Summer. I was supposed to be working on building those beds during the winter, but seriously who wants to be outside building flower beds in 20 degree weather? I may be going through Peri menopause, but my flashes are not enough to keep me warm in that environment. So, I kept putting it off until it warmed up.

It’s warm. My plants arrived early and I’ve got a week to build my beds.

Procrastination is not always my friend.

Speaking of arrivals, I had some “trees” come while I was in Nashville, which kinda freaked out my husband.

They aren’t tree’s exactly. More like really tall bushes, that grow to about 5 or 8 feet in height if you let them. But they aren’t trees. Really.

Another new piece I’ve added is wisteria. I love wisteria vines and so I ordered one last fall and then forgot I ordered it. Imagine Jeff’s surprise when a box comes (while I’m out of town)with the label “Grows 25 to 40 feet.” To call his reaction concerned, would be an understatement.

He has good reason for his concern. Really. He is after all married to an ADHD redhead who misses small detail, like plant height.

Case in point. While planning my front garden last year, I ordered what I thought was this:

The small print (stuff I can’t see to read) showed what I really bought was this:
A tree that grows 15 feet. Oopsies. Simple enough, I put my new tree in the South East front corner of the yard, where I’m sure it will flourish beautifully.

So you understand his concern. He works in engineering at Level 3. I’m an artist in many senses, more than a little ADD, and a bit flowy in my visual thinking. I’m envisioning the BIG garden picture – I’m painting with plants, I see color and texture and style. He’s looking at size and feasibility, of both our yard and our checkbook, basically, he does damage control.

Copyright: Deana O’Hara, Redemption’s Heart. 2009.

Late Night Come Back

Well dear readers, I made it to Nashville. My journey has not been without it’s neurotic fits (my closet) and losses (my bifocals) yet so far, it has been joy all the way around.

My closet did indeed finally birth not three, but four acceptable outfits for me to wear. I neglected to check the weather (ice sleeting here) and so I’m cold, but hey, I’m dressed. Besides, I wasn’t packing for weather, I was packing for comfort, and guessed mood. That is not easy to do. I guessed right and I’m happy; even if I was shaking out of my boots before the summit started from nerves at least I looked cute doing it. Yes, I really can be that vane – sorry.

I spent this morning at Lens Crafters replacing my lost glasses, and the people in the hotel – and the highways of Nashville are singing songs of praise today. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the case last night when I drove from the airport to the hotel (20 miles away) with my prescription sunglasses at night. Nope, I’m pretty sure that last night, there were more people cursing me than blessing me. And I’m not walking around squinting at people anymore.

I only had one, slightly alarming incident once I arrived. I was heading downstairs to look around when two older business men got into my elevator. One man seems normal enough and behind him stumbles in this fellow in a comb over, with a scotch on the rocks in his hands. Drunk guy takes one look at me, staggers backwards, grabs his chest and slurs “My God! you look amashzing!”

I squinted at him and notice his buddy is leaning against the wall, staring at his shoes. Thanks for helping me out pal.

My new fan, finds the back wall and leans on it while the elevator decends the remaining six floors. Hours pass (or so it feels) and my fan is now leaning forward staring intensly at my red and black duster. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to vomit only he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches out and rubs my arm and jacket sleeve with out any warning whatsoever. Shocked I pull away to look at him, but he just keeps reaching, and asks who made it.

The doors open and I bolted out of the elevator and into the lobby. My friends never made it, I think he passed out.

My answer to his inquest, comes to me at 3 in the morning, while I’m sound asleep and wakes me up.

“Who made my jacket? My tailors – Smith and Wesson. The same people who make my pepper spray!”

Proud of myself for my brilliant middle of the night rebuttal, I go back to sleep. By morning, I’m refreshed, full of coffee, and I think this is funny – so I tell my husband all about it when I call him to say goodmorning.

He didn’t think it was funny. Granted it could have something to do with how I worded it. “I got felt up in the elevator by some drunk guy in a comb over. Kinda creeped me out, but I”m okay now.”

That probably wasn’t the best way to put that when talking on the phone to my husband while he’s driving to work.

Know what I mean?

The Lost Generation

Please turn off my music player to watch this video. The following is a video that was submitted in a contest by a 20 year old. The contest was titled “u @ 50”. Apparently this video won second place….. I can’t imagine what 1st place must have been like. Apparently, when they showed this, everyone in the room was awe-struck an d broke into spontaneous applause.

So simple and yet so brilliantly creative. Take a minute and watch it. Do not fast forward as there is a point in the video where it may take your breath away ….. skipping through it will only make you miss the simple genius of it all. In case you are thinking about it, there is no screaming monster that will jump out at you …. this IS NOT a joke. ENJOY !

Honorable Mention

The Tulsa Garden Society had their annual amature photo contest last month. Dillon saw the article in the paper and really wanted to enter, so we did.

All of the divisions had stiff competition and there were 700 entries overall. The winning photograph in the general garden division was this magnificent flower. While my entries were good, so was everyone elses. I learned a lot about style, shutter speed, effects, placement and whatnot.

Dillon’s entries did really well in the under 18 catagory and he received an Honorable Mention for his shot of a Dogwood tree in bloom. Way to go kiddo.

Words of Welcome – Long Edition.

Welcome to Red Bridges Home. I’ll admit, I picked a strange title for my blog. Part of it comes from my love for old country bridges and part of it comes from my desire to build relational bridges with my family, with my friends, and with the world.

My husband and I are members of the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod and we are passionately following the call of Christ to go forth and make disciples of all nations. For us, today, that means participating in the Ablaze Movement, sponsored by LCMS in what ever way God calls us.

We are an odd mix, my husband and I. He was raised in the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod (Red Hymnal pages 5 and 15), while my family didn’t go to church as a child. My family had at one time belonged to a church, until my pay parents got divorced and the priest asked us to leave, so they left. I was crushed. I loved church.

I was for years the little girl no church wanted. I could visit, but I couldn’t join. There is a story in that and I share bits and pieces throughout this blog. I am also the child who went to outreach events and who heard the Gospel in the most unusual of places. I am the woman who was/is passionately pursued by the lover of my soul (Christ) for as long as I can remember. My husband is a man whose love for Christ bleeds into his business, his work, his music, his friendships and our family. He has the heart of a pastor and I am blessed to be his wife.

There are a lot of us who walked ourselves to church or outreach events as children and while we may not have joined YOUR church when we grew up, we are here. Even if you never meet us today, your work for Christ was not fruitless. We are here. We are teachers, pastors, evangelists, Christian comics, and so much more; members of the body of Christ and we are paying it forward

My Memory Verses for 2009

This entry will be frequently updated regarding my memory verse challenge on the LPM Blog for 2009. I will list the verses I choose here for everyone to see.

March 15, 2009 – Isaiah 50:7 – “Because the sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced.”

March 1, 2009 – Hebrews 10:35-36 – “So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded, you need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what He has promised.”

February 2009 – Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV) “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

January 15, 2009 (Isaiah 41:9-10) – “I took you from the ends of the earth, from its farthest corners I called you. I said, ‘You are my servant’: I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you: I will up hold you with my righteous right hand.”

January 1, 2009 – Ephesians 3:17-19. “I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”