Strictly Madison. I walked up State Street in the late afternoon today and saw two notable things:

1. An aging folksinger guy strumming an old guitar. He was standing on the sidewalk and singing, "I hate war/I hate war/I hate war/I hate war."

2. A woman twenty feet up in a cherry picker hanging individual green leaf-shaped fabric scraps on a tree. She had gotten about halfway through attaching the leaves all over the branches, right where the real leaves will come out in a few months. Near to her in the concrete speaker's pulpit, which rises about fifteen feet above the square was a guy with a notebook, presumably a reporter, interviewing her, yelling out questions like, "How did you get the idea? Where did you get the scraps?"