In general, I love the heat. I believe it's not summer unless I feel slightly sticky. I love hot summer nights, an icy glass, and fireflies. I consider anything below 72 cold, and I believe the perfect outdoor temperature is 80.
So when I say that this week was hot, you will know that I mean it was scorching. Everything seems to be wilting or melting. The plants, the dog, and I are all looking quite sad.
The only thing that seems to be thriving in this weather are the tomatoes. Thanks to Nick's stewardship and our drip watering system, they are growing nice and plump.