I grew up in Phoenix. Putting an egg on the sidewalk was a summer norm. My first year teaching the car windows implode because I forgot to crack them to let the heat out. Driving my convertible home from the University gave me a heat stroke.
Two summers in Saudi Arabia? The thermometer pegged at 140 at the pool. We watched sand storms come in and take over everything.
Two years in Hong Kong hot made me think that my air was being sucked from my lungs by a wet vaccum cleaner. It was hot, but the daily rain kept everything alive.
Still, this is different. Kansas is not supposed to be THIS hot.
My large oak trees are shedding every available leaf they have- making them look rather strange for mid summer. The sticker bushes are beginning to die. And the corn in the field? I have to say, if you are hungry for Kansas corn, beef or soy you are in trouble if my neighbor's farms are any indication.
Climate change? Dust bowl? Who knows?
All I can say is, "It is hot!"
~With love from my fifth over 105 degree Kansas yard!