If you’re missing a tire, laundry basket, Christmas tree, car bumper or a pair of lacy undergarments, you might want to take a stroll down to the Seaport District.

They might be there, sealed in a dwindling, filth-ridden snow pile left over from last winter’s brutal storms — though you might want to avoid touching anything.

It’s nearly mid-July, and temperatures climbed into the eighties Wednesday, but the city is still contending with the scourge of winter.