Trolls––There and here!





February 2024



“Ready to meet Barour, one of our country’s beloved trolls?”


“Definitely!” I thought. I was in Iceland, on a barren, windswept volcanic plateau, and I was going to meet a troll! Beyond exciting!


“There he is!” Arjunnur, our guide, said, as she pointed to a huge lava rock sculpture. “Ooh!” Barour was so different from what I was expecting. Yes, he was huge like our trolls here at the Gardens, but he wasn’t warm or endearing. I had been thinking Barour might be my next blog, but now I was unsure. Adding to my uncertainty was the fact that, if I did chose Barour, I would have to change my modus operandi! I looked again at Barour. Maybe I imagined it, but his mouth seemed to say, “Make an exception! Choose me!” I could not commit, so I put the idea in my “Possibles” folder.





Weeks later, as the winds blew across the Sheepscot River dragging the temps into the 20s, a thought suddenly came to me. My blog parameters were artificial. It was I who had set them, which meant I could change them. So, this blog, instead of using a Maine site as a “window to a place/time beyond our state’s borders,” will do the reverse.



One troll especially caught my attention: Barour Snaefellsas. Born in Norway his mother was human and his father, a half troll-half giant. Legend says that, when a new king ascended the Norwegian throne, Barour felt threatened and moved to Iceland, along with several family members.
All went well until Barour’s daughter fell onto an iceberg and drifted away, never to be seen again. Barour blamed the tragedy on the two nephews with whom she had been playing at the time and killed both boys. When Barour’s brother sought revenge, Barour proved himself the stronger of the two. But victory did not bring comfort. Certain that life could never be the same, Barour left the community and went to live in the Snaefellsjokull glacier. There he has stayed, spending his time helping those in need. To this day, Icelanders honor Barour as their protector and believe he grants every worthy request.




Now, for the Maine link:


Every place we visited in Iceland seemed to have a “troll story.” But, for me, the tales involved too much anger, boasting, conniving! I thought of our five trolls here at the Gardens. To be sure, the Icelandic “spirit figures” had good and bad traits, but I prefer our trolls who have only good traits! Their one goal is to teach the “little people” (us humans) how to preserve nature for the next generation. To do this, they guard tree seedlings to ensure they will not be lost to disease, environmental changes, and/or apathy. The seedlings here at the Gardens are: chestnut, birch, beech, oak, spruce, maple, cherry, ash, maple, and witch hazel. Once we—the people on the Boothbay Peninsula—absorb this lesson, our five trolls will burrow back underground to bring their message to another community!


Who knows — perhaps their burrowing will take them to Barour! What a team they would make! One that would work with the “little people” to meet and overcome the challenges facing this world we all cherish. Let me introduce you to our trolls:

















There’s so much more to say about our trolls. But, come see for yourself! When you do, let me know, for I would love to visit all five with you!



NOTE: In 1978, the Icelandic sculptor Ragnar Kjartansson gathered lava rocks in the area of the Snaefellsjokull glacier to fashion his statue of Barour. It measures approximately 20 feet in height.




Join me next time when Maine—Window to World trains its lens on another part of the world.


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