Boston ferns hang overhead, trailing long green fronds. Tiny begonias sit in the window in pots so small I can cup one in one hand. They come from Williamstown, I hear, from a local woman who has a green thumb. The Plant Connector is a warm, bright space, and it’s vividly green.

Even in the cold season, you’ll find their Main Street shop full of hanging plants and potted plants in bloom — and locally made elements that relate, cut flowers and gardening books, organic plant food and air plants in glass terraria. The shop carries local handcrafts too, locally hand-thrown vases, soaps and aromatics.

And a gallery is showing local artists’ work. It was full of cyanotypes, the day I first walked in — deep blue prints of plants growing in local woods and meadows. They have country names, like lady ferns, and the prints are fine and delicate and hazy — they’re made slowly in the sun.

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