The Dog Days of Summer

Seems like just yesterday we were eagerly anticipating the coming summer. We were getting our seeds started on our window sills, and we just couldn't wait to get outside and feel the warm sunshine.
Not anymore!
The last few days have been stiflingly hot. With the humidity at 100% it's impossible to stay dry and functional unless your inside in the air conditioning.
I know, I know, quit complaining, but it's really hot.
I have plans of taking the decimated corn patch and transplanting the pathetic pepper plants into the area as it has more sun than where they are presently, but the heat is taking away my enthusiasm.
Heat makes me cranky too.
The other night one of my sunflowers was listing and I had been propping it up with a broken shovel, but I wasn't able to get the shovel deep enough into the ground so the plant wasn't pushing the shovel over too. I asked Hubby for some help, and he sweetly said that he would.
He took the shovel out of my hands and dug it deep into the ground, I was sooo happy. However, the bottom of the shovel was not visible to me through the leaves of the sunflower. I lifted them up to see how deep it was then I discovered that not only had he propped my sunflower but he had also severed the main stem of my ONLY producing cucumber! I snapped!
I had 4 cukes on the vine now the vine is dead.
Cukes have been the hardest thing that I have had to deal with this growing season. I started some from seed in the garden and just as they were coming up we had day after day of rain and they washed away. I did this twice. Then the fellow gardeners bought some that were in cups which I transplanted and they died ( they hate to be transplanted). Then a neighbor gave me another two cups of the cuke plants. I placed these in a little nursery bed right next to the back porch and it was here that one of them was thriving. One little plant that was going to town making cucumbers. Maybe I'm taking this far to seriously...but you know a lot of time goes into this stuff.
Anyway, my part time neighbor stopped by after I was done screaming at poor hubby and he heard my tale.
He sent me an email when he got back to his full time home, and said that he was overrun with cukes and that he would meet me at the auction we are having this weekend on the other side of the Bay and give them to me. He knew I really wanted to make some pickles so he took pity on my circumstances. Thanks Neighbor!