Do the benches get extremely hot in direct summer sun?

Oh, you ask if we get extremely hot in direct summer sun? Let me, a humble garden bench, tell you a tale of solar torment and stoic dignity. When that blazing ball of fire climbs high and aims its rays straight at my wooden slats, I don’t just get warm—I become a griddle. My metal friends? They scream in silence, turning into branding irons for unsuspecting thighs. My painted wood cracks under the pressure, and my varnish sweats beads of sticky resin. I try to hold still, rooted in my concrete shoes, but every beam that hits me is a tiny, fiery poke. The sun laughs, and I shiver—not from cold, but from the slow roast. I absorb that heat like a sponge, and by noon, my seat is a performance of pain: you’d better bring a towel or a thick book to sit on, or you’ll hop off with a yelp. Some days I envy the shady tree beside me; other days I puff up my grain and think, “This is my moment.” I endure the scorch because I know you need a place to rest. But let’s be honest: yes, I get extremely hot. So hot that even the ants take a detour. So hot that if I could move, I’d crawl into the nearest swimming pool. But I don’t. I stay. I sizzle. I bench my ground. And when evening comes and the sun finally retreats, I cool down slowly, sighing with relief, ready to welcome your tired body—and maybe a cool drink—in the gentle dusk. That’s my summer story, friend. Now you know the truth.