It's just too hot. I don't like the heat, never have; we are not used to 93-95 degree days here. It's been going on for over a week now. I don't go outside unless I have to. It's too much like winter, being caged up inside like this.
I water the planter flowers in the morning and hope they don't fry before the sun dips below the horizon. We water the grass knowing it's a waste of energy because any moisture we try to put into the earth will just evaporate before it has a chance to do its job. Soon our lovely green Michigan woods will become dry and brittle.
Call me a wimp! I don't care. I never worry about what people think of me, anyway. Just give me back my 70 degree days so I can garden again.