When it is supposed to be almost springtime, but the skies and trees look like this:
It’s good to remember this:
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
~Hal Borland
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
– Proverb from Guinea
We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
–Author Unknown
Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.
— Roy R. Gibson
And in the meantime, it’s a good day to make these:
Congo bars. 🙂


OH MY GOODNESS! Those look absolutely yummy! Truth be told, and it’s just something about me, but the only blogger’s food pictures that I find appetizing are the dessert ones. I don’t know why, because I don’t have that problem with the pics in a cookbook. I guess I’m just weird that way!
Thanks for the encouraging springtime poems. Puts everything into perspective, especially while contemplating them over a nice plate of your Congo Bars! Difinitely going to try them.
Have a nice day!
I’d say anyday would be agood one for those treats!
Hey! I want to join the Congo line! lol!
These look great. Thanks for sharing.
Guess what I’ve got in the oven right now. . .have been drooling since seeing them on here yesterday. We’ve got to eat with missionaries tonight at our church’s missions conference–I’m not even signed up to bring a dessert but am taking these just for the excuse to make them! (and will probably leave a few at home. . .)
What are you thinking?? Don’t show me that! LOL! OK, I’m going to have to make some of those now!
Drooling…my son came by and saw me looking at this picture. He asked who you were and i mentioned you were from the church that sent the great Christmas care packages every year. He said, “Tell her to send those bars next year!” LOL!
Mine didn’t turn out so nice. . .funny, but I’m eating them anyway. . . .