Green heart, because Arkansas is roughly 90% trees, 10% humidity, and 100% committed to making your allergies a personality trait. Everything here grows. The grass, the kudzu, the pine, the mold on the cooler you left in the truck bed since spring. You don't mow a lawn in this state, you negotiate with a jungle. A green heart is the only honest way to say you love a place where nature is winning and nobody's really fighting back.
It also works as envy, which is what everybody else feels when they hear about the lake weekends, the smoked pork that falls apart if you look at it wrong, the hiking that's free, and the rent that isn't a felony. Let them be jealous. We'll be floating a river with a cooler.
Soft, broken in from the jump, and built with the kind of stitching that survives real laundry habits. Holds its shape, holds its color, and keeps feeling right whether it's porch weather or a cold snap.
