Every day when I walk into the back yard with the dogs I look up at the pine trees. I really don't like pine trees. To me, they are not good for much and just stand around, tall, waiting for lightning to strike. At an old house we had three tall ones in the front yard. This is when I liked pine trees. One Sunday night, when my husband was out of town, there was a storm. Lightning hit one of the trees near the house. It traveled down the tree, across the sidewalk (cracking it and blowing dirt all over), went up the downspout, exploded the outside light, and fried anything in the house that was plugged in. There was a huge scorch mark on the wall in the garage.
I like this photo. I hate pine trees.