And the spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of love felt everywhere:
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Achingly beautiful in its spareness, springtime in Iceland haunts the heart. In defiance of winter's harsh breath, tiny, bright flowers re-emerge between cracks in the magma surface. Waters flow without ice and sheep pastures on the tundra warm to a bronze-colored green.
Slender trees dangle new green spangles...and light, spring winds give them a whirl.
At the Rift, people reach out to touch the edges of earth's crust and walk between two of its tectonic plates--the Eurasian plate on one side and the North American plate on the other.
Deep holes dot the magma landscape, releasing a harvest of steamy thermal heat...
...and big skies wrap the springtime tundra. This strange and wonderful, moonscape-like garden of northern pleasures is open for visitors.