Why? It's a question I ask myself frequently on many occasions. I have had hooded sweatshirts and jackets for years, but opted for hats, ball caps, and beanies in inclement weather even when wearing said hoodies. Why? It might possibly be because, on TV, hoodies seem to be the choice of young men who hide their faces, wearing their pants below their underwear, while performing nefarious deeds and I didn't want guilt by association. (However, I think my bibbies would have been a dead giveaway.) Only recently did I pull the hood up over my head on a rainy, windy day. What a revelation! One of the biggest benefits is that water dripping from the eaves of the sheds and barns that had previously hit the back of my neck with unerring aim can chill me no longer. Ears numbed from the wind stay warm. Why? Why did it take me so long? There is a Dutch proverb that says, "Too soon old, too late smart." I say better late than never.
It rained without let up all day yesterday and throughout the night. It's raining still this morning. Mud sucked at my shoes down at the barn. The goats were grumpy. Chickens huddled in their coop. I had a heart-stopping moment this morning as I made my way to the kitchen and found the front door standing open. No, we hadn't slept through a home invasion; the wind was that strong. Wind-blown rain had also soaked the firewood up on the porch. I'd fought all day to keep a fire going yesterday, and it looks like it's going to be a rerun today. Thank goodness for my hoodie.