Lonely am I as the forest aspen,
Of kindred bare as the fir of its boughs,
My joys are all lost as the leaves of the tree
When the scather of twigs from the warm day turns
(From Hamdismál)
Tree after tree and bundle after bundle, of willows, roe, aspen and ashes... We spend day after day at Østreng these summer weeks with harvesting leaves for the winter fodder. The extensive drought has urged us to search the roots for older customs in feeding the animals. Our forefathers also fed their animals during winter, but they did not cultivate as much land for fodder as is normal today. Neither did they have big storage rooms or hay wrapped in plastics. The fodder was mainly stored outdoors and the fodder was harvested in nature. Nature is a true larder!
I am so enthusiastic about the possibility we have had this summer to dive into a new plant practice field. These days we teach ourselves about the old customs of harvesting leaves as fodder. The oldest snidel - a knife specifically suited for cutting twigs - found in Norway dates back to the Viking Age, and in some parts of Norway the traditonal way of "lauving" has been practiced continously since. In other parts, this knowledge has been forgotten. At Østreng we study, practice and research different ways of lauving this year, and we will definetely remember this custom for the future.