I 💚 Pennsylvania, and yes, the heart is green, because this state runs on envy and chlorophyll in equal measure. Half the place is literally woods. You can drive two hours in any direction and see nothing but trees, a barn, a hex sign, and a guy selling firewood on the honor system. The other half is people green with jealousy that they weren't born here, where the sandwiches come with fries inside them, where "yinz" and "youse" are both correct depending on which side of the mountains you're standing on, and where a rodent's opinion about the weather is treated as hard science.
Four seasons? Try four in one Tuesday. Green heart, green hills, green with envy. It checks out.
Built from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape through tailgates, hikes, and the eternal debate over which city has better food. Roomy enough to layer, comfy enough to live in, and tough enough to survive a laundry cycle with whatever else got thrown in there.
