It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil.
–Emily Dickinson
Our snow cover has been changeable, adding up from blizzard-like snow storms and then waning from above average temperatures. Before it melts away again, we’re sharing some Washington Island winter views.
Thank you for the wonderful response during our first week of registration! We are looking forward to seeing you this year whether you’ve signed up for a class or just happen to stop in while visiting Washington Island!
Beautiful pictures so peaceful.
Thank you! We love our Island winters!
Carolyn, thank you for sending these incredible photos and the poem from Emily Dickinson. Inspiring! Hope to see you this year.
Thanks, Eileen. We hope to see you, too!
Loved the thoughts and sites from your island. I’m feeling peace from winter’s power and potential.
Well said, Annie! We feel the exact same way. Hugs from all of us, Carolyn
I would like to know if you have any openings in the Embroidery class. I tried to use the contact form and was unable to submit my question on the form.