For several years, the planter of these blooms found that some arse hole would drive his/her car over the flowers so lovingly tended, and destroy them. Two years ago that planter decided to get even. Notice the coils of steel entwined through the flower bed. The arse hole doesn’t drive over the flowers anymore. Guess he/she didn’t enjoy buying new tyres and repairing the underside of his/her car. I just wish I could have seen it happen.