When the street my parents’ house was on went through some curb reconstruction, whomever was behind the machinery to dig out chunks of soil was so very careful to give the red tulips at the base of the mailbox a little leeway.
It was a considerate gesture. Thank you. Whoever you (plural?) were.
Alas, the tulips eventually had to go, as one day, they were no longer seen anywhere near the mailbox post during the course of the construction.
…Perhaps some replacement flowers are in order, after all these years.