Growth

Iceland has a burgeoning hothouse culture that usually comes as a surprise to newcomers who imagine that the country is comprised of only desolate lava fields and lonely tundra. There is, of course, plenty of that to be had here, but perched on top of all that non-arable land are thousands of hothouses, large and small, that cater to Icelanders' taste for fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and cucumbers, as well as our ever-present need to brighten up our urban landscapes as much as possible.

Each June, hundreds of thousands of marigold, zinnia and other annuals are planted in eye-candy color combinations, turning Reykjavik into the floral wonder of the north. Hothouses, like this one in Mossfellsdalur where I went to get the rose petals for Toggi's opening last week, are getting ready for the start of the flower season by nuturing row after row of geothermally-encouraged Icelandic summer blossoms.

5 comments:

christopher said...

Thank you once again for sharing the everday images and events. You're continued views and descriptions have inspired me to do the same by starting a blog for friends and family from all over the world. What a great way to show them our little corner of it.

http://christophermarkley.blogspot.com/ if you like please stop by and check it out. Only a few days old, but enjoying it greatly.

Mekkin(her neice lol) said...

Ohhh so much green....feelin crazy today, my plays tonight:)

Maria Alva said...

You're always CrraaazzzzY, girl!!!

Oh, and break a Leg!

Lynda said...

There's nothing better than fresh tomatoes, still warm from the sun, with a little salt. Mmmmmm...thanks!

L said...

how unexpected :)