This town is absolutely crazy about public art! And I find it especially nice that all of it is either whimsical, or sweet. Take the weather vane man above. It's a man; it's a plane; the propellers spin in the breeze as he swoops and pivots about.
A single propeller, (or is it a seedling?) flies along right beside him.
They inhabit a small lavender planted median on the street that I take to work.
A quarter of a block further down the street is this tribute to the joys of paper airplanes. Or at least that's what I think it is.
Right behind it is a beehive, with bees that are shaped like flying pigs.