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.
Half of the shop is taken up with indoor plants and gardening books, organic plant food and air plants in glass terraria. It carries local handcrafts too, and soaps and aromatics. And the other half is a gallery 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.