I made a unplanned but fun stop at one of Salt Fork Lake's boat launch areas. This slingshot shaped tree truck caught my attention; making me think of the name of my blog. Have you ever wondered why this site is called "Slingshot Scribe"? The ... Continue reading
Christmas Morning on a Spring Evening
This spring evening is as much fun as Christmas morning. After work I head out to work in the garden. From a short distance away it appears lifeless. Bare ground and dead twigs is the predominant feature. But closer examination reveals far ... Continue reading
Traveling the Broken Road to Nowhere
What could be achieved by walking along a broken road that disappears into the waters of Salt Fork Lake? This was my excuse for rushing past the abandoned road time after time. The road is a remnant of Rte.22 that was rerouted for the development of ... Continue reading
Choosing the Longer Line
I chose the longer checkout line. The other was being manned by a clerk going through the motions of the job, methodically ringing up customers, accepting their money, and sending them out the door. Joe, my cashier, offered a warm grin to each of ... Continue reading
Promises of Our New Season
Last fall I dug my geraniums, potted them, and placed them in my office windows. They were in full bloom. After being inside for a few weeks the flowers died and the plants stopped producing new buds. Four months later, temperatures are still ... Continue reading
Why We Stand in this Moment
There comes a season when the call to surrender rages. Although temptation is always present, it grows brutal in the storm. Days and nights, even weeks, fill with relentless battle. In the blackness we forget that the storm is not ours alone. The ... Continue reading