So, with the help of some grizzled goldenrod, five hard hollow pods broken from still-standing stems, one big burly plant resembling a five-pronged pitchfork, and of course a stubby old carrot, this happened:
Ron Clark! Somehow, between rolling small snowballs into giant ones and turning earth parts into a cardigan, that is what we named him. And I say we because in the end it was my husband who called on his drive home and said, "Em, put your boots on." Hubs who made the cardigan, placed with such precision you would have thought him a tailor. And since we're both busy, him especially, and--really--who, under twelve, makes a snowman on a Monday night?--the fact that he is this good of a flesh-and-blood man is perhaps the most impressive thing of all.
He's pretty great, huh?