There was a front yard full—full—of pine trees at my childhood home. I can’t recall ever having one elsewhere. Now I have this one.
This is a volunteer that was under a swing once upon a time. I’ve been looking after it since it was a wee sprout (which mostly means not hitting it with the lawnmower). It has shot up about three feet since the first of the year, and as you can see we’re about the same height now. I figure I won’t be able to reach the top by the winter.
I had a buddy for it, but I just pulled it out of the soil in the bed where it was growing and replanted it, and I found out pine trees don’t like that. So this is a loner. I like it though! The ones at my house when I was little were loblolly pines. I don’t know whether that’s what this is, but it looks quite similar.
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