When I landscaped full time, over the years I had worked in 100 degree heat with eighty percent humidity and 100 degree heat with thirty percent humidity.
Believe me while it is easier to work in the dry heat, it kills things besides yourself.
The memory of a lifetime is when it is above ninety degrees with humidity above eighty and you get to go visit one of those blue porta-pottys already soaked with sweat.
After doing your duty pulling your pants up, after literally, and I do mean literally, dripping copious amounts of sweat on them while foolishly resting your dirty arms, coated with slimy dust mud on your thighs because you are tired, is a task that creates new cuss words.
