More Than Perfect
As a child, Mary Fris could mimic the whistles of certain birds before she could identify them by name. Growing up in rural New Jersey, her tree-farming father would boost her up on his shoulders for long hikes through the woods, pointing out the tactile and sensual parts of nature that excited him so. When she was twelve, her family moved to Switzerland. There, they hiked through the Alps, and she stood on top of rocks so high that clouds would pass both over and through her, wrapping her in taste and texture.
“All you could hear were cowbells tinkling in the distance,” she reminisces. “It was such a beautiful place, and it inspired me to want that feeling forever. It became a part of who I am.”
The shop stands on Main Street, where Willow Street comes to an end. The filtered light of the “right” side of the street speckles down through windows onto the variety of the plants she sells inside. There, worn burnt wood floors welcome tiny children, puppy paws, and grownup patrons alike. White-painted brick walls lead to a backdrop of glass, with doors that open to a pebbled outdoor space.