Green heart, because in this state green is less a color and more a personality disorder. Six months of the year it's a frozen tundra of gray slush and black ice, so when those fields and pine stands finally go full technicolor, people lose their minds, crack a cold one on the porch, and act like they invented summer. The other interpretation of a green heart around here is the shade you turn after your fourth basket of deep fried cheese curds chased by a brandy old fashioned at a Friday fish fry. Both are valid. Both are love.
Also worth noting: nobody out here is jealous of anyone. The rest of the country is jealous of us, with our supper clubs, our lake houses, and our ability to grill in a parka at ten degrees.
Built from soft, midweight fabric that holds its shape through tailgates, cookouts, and cold snaps, with a print that survives the wash way longer than your resolution to cut back on cheese.
