This is a picture of a field on the family farm.  Asatru in general have a strong feeling for nature, not the kind of feeling one gets from leaving an urban apartment for a hike to look at the leaves and deer, but a sense of nature as the environment with which we must struggle to make a harmony an order that can support human life.  In a few years these fields, neglected would turn to multiflora rose and briers, and then to sumac and thorn trees, and finally to forest.  It is good that there is forest, but if it were not for the daily struggle against the wild the human race would starve.  Asatru is a religion of struggle. The primal struggle between the Aesir and Vanir against the frost giants is the struggle to hold a place in the cosmos where men and gods can live, the struggle of structure against entropy, of life against death.  It is a losing battle.  The final battle is always the one you lose, but Raganrok is not yet, and if we are willing to fight it will be a long time before Heimdal winds the horn resounding, the rainbow bridge crumbles beneath the feet of marching Jotnar, Loki arrives leading the legions of the dead in boat made of dead men's nails.
    Thor is a god of farmers and his wife Sif is a goddess of harvest.  I have reached an age when Valhalla does not sound so inviting.  Fighting all day and drinking all night is a young man's game, but to join Thor and Sif and some of the many farmers among my ancestors of the last several millenea sounds more inviting than anything else I can think of.  Perhaps when I am gone the wild that I have held back so long will overrun the land, but it will not matter as long as somewhere else someone is reclaiming some other part of the world for mankind.
    Below is a stone from the farm set up as an altar to Odin.  The tree behind it is an ash, Odin's tree.  The Odin page has another, less clear, picture of this stone, but with the ansuz rune cut into it.  The tree that dominates is a large, sprawling white oak.  Aside from oaks there are a few maples, ash, walnut, hickory, and one ironwood, or hornbeam.

    The purpose of this page was to show an Asatru relation to the land as opposed to the more abstractly sentimental attitudes of most pagans.  I am tempted to go on and show hills and streams, and to introduce the cattle, chickens, dogs, and cats, but really this is enough, and so I will stop here.
      The button on the left is to a page called "Death in the Country," a small collection of poems, some anecdotal, some more serious.  The button on the right is to the main Asatru page.