Mr. Snowman was compliments of three friends from Tempe looking for a little adventure, with the help of one of the friend's 6 year old twins.
Best Snowman in July Phoenix 2009 - July 28, 2009
There's just not enough whimsy here in Phoenix, particularly in the summer, so we took note (and a picture) when — on one of the hottest days of the year — we saw a snowman.
It was 7:30 a.m., and there he stood, just outside the door of our favorite coffee shop. Melting.
He was about as tall as a kindergartner, equipped with the requisite coal eyes, carrot nose, twig arms. No one was around to claim him, and we couldn't guess where someone got that much ice, let alone the will to attempt such a pointless task.
But we thought about that snowman all day, and smiled. That night, on our way home, we swung by to see what was left of the little guy. Just the coal and carrots — and a wet spot — but we put our hands on the ground where the snowman had been, and miraculously, all those hours later, the concrete was still cold.
We still don't know who made him, but we hope that whoever built the snowman knows that he or she made our 115-degree day.