Who was this woman? A female who seemingly excelled at mischevious gossip and entangled relations with the opposite sex (Edgar Allan Poe and Rufus Grisowold), Elizabeth Fries Ellet anecdotally named the city of Eden Prairie on her visit here in 1852. Unlike most of her fellow writers at the New York literary soirees of the 19th century, Ellet was a prolific writer and broke with tradition by writing for dime novels, lady's magazines and newspapers (penny press) in what many writers of the time referred to as yellow journalism. 

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bug city: make a bug: July 4th Eden Prairie Hometown Celebration: Volunteer and or Donate at Writers Rising Up @razoo @GiveMN. Come on over and meet the neighbors: seed carrying ants and nocturnal beetles with luminescent tummies...write and submit a buggy poem to the bug city: make a bug, a collection. Write a poem for each bug..best poems will be featured in a buggy online book at @ISSUU Follow guidelines at https://wrup.submittable.com/submit/42055

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With every seasonal change we can’t help notice how the light is altered by earthly effects, one reflecting the other. While summer reflects the most light, in winter it reflects the least. Atmospheric phenomena like Halos and Sundogs usually occur in the winter when light is refracted off ice crystals close to the earth’s surface;  it’s called diamond dust. Snow shadows and ghostly curvatures often conjure unimaginable creatures, and memories that can emerge in the lines of a poem.  Emerson's poem "The Snow Storm" exemplifies the shadowy appearances snow creates...

The Snow-Storm


"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm."

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Paul Gruchow Essay Contest 2015- Submission deadline April 18, 2015. Guidelines at the Events/Contests link. Submit at the Submittable link.

In his book "Grass Roots: The Necessity of Home," the acknowledgements are a tribute to Bill Holm, Emilie Buchwald, Carol Bly, the Land Institute and the Land Stewardship Association and others  for their help and support. The  first chapter, called "Home is a Place in Time," gives "shape and substance" to the abstract: what is time? Paul writes, "Nostalgia is the clinical term for homesickness, for the desire to be rooted in a place --to know clearly, that is, what time is. This desire need not imply the impulse to turn back the clock, which of course we cannot do. It recognizes, rather, the truth--if home is a place in time--that we cannot know where we are now unless we can remember where we have come from."

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Chemical of the month? Cholorphyl, you say.  

Actually, no, because cholorphyl depends on sunlight and warmer temperatures. What happens in the fall is colder temperatures destroy Cholorphyl and other chemicals step in like Carotene and Anthocyanins, the former produces yellows, the latter blues and blue green. A reaction of Anthocyanins and sugars, depending on the light, produces red leaves.


If there exists a system of color in poetry, like in nature, it has been described as a "moving army of metphors" that can be detached from reality. While Thoreau regarded autumn as a season of unparalleled vibrancy, Dickinson used fall as a backdrop for longing and waiting in a season devoid of color.


Thoreau wrote in "Autumn" Sept 25, 1854, "I suspect that I know what the brillancy of the autumnal tints will depend. On the greater or less drought of the summer. If the drought had been uncommingly severe, as this year, I should think it would so far destroy the vitality of the leaf that it would attain only to a dull, dead color in autumn; that to become brilliant in autumn, the plant should be full of sap and vigor to the last."


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