A BLESSING ON THE GARDEN
Each day within my garth
They will all be mixed together,
In the name of Ingwine & Gerðr,
Who gave them growth.
Fruit, and veg, and flower,
The good produce of our own earth,
There shall be no dearth in our land,
Nor in our dwelling.
In the name of the Alfar of my love,
Who bequeathed to us the power,
With the blessing of the Land,
And Mother Frige.
Humble us in this garden,
Be thine own sanctuary around us,
Ward from us spectre, sprite, oppression,
And preserve us.