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!
