I did not want anyone to run over the flower.  It was one “freak” black-eyed susan that came up in September and the petals wilted for it became too cold.  Usually they bloom late summer.  I moved the garbage cans I brought out so it would not get trampled in the morning when the men came to empty the trash into their truck.  I liked looking at it.  You really do not know one hundred per cent what to expect from nature–this time one flower.