These days this pine tree is about 50 feet tall, and the tree regularly drains all groundwater within a 20 foot radius of its trunk. Any plants I would like to grow near this magnificent tree need extra water, especially in the months of July and August. I used to attribute the difficulty I had in getting plants to grow near the tree to acidity of the pine needles, but I have since learned that tall pine trees are quite the water siphoners.
This pine tree is home to all sorts of birds and squirrels, and rabbits sometimes burrow in the compost pile that I have created at the base. That is, until my dogs find them, and then the rabbits either dig a new hole (like an exposed acne scar on a supermodel's face) or find themselves victim to the latent carnivorous nature of my canine friends.
I regularly trim and prune this tree to keep its branches about eight feet high, and this also helps motorists whose view of the corner would be obscured by this tall tree. I figure that this also mimics the natural world this tree might have experienced if it grew in an area with antler-brandishing deer, moose, or elk.
I cannot imagine the way my yard would look without this pine tree, which has become a year-round fixture on my one-third acre of city land. I suspect that the tree will also outlive me, and perhaps one day someone will stare at this tree like I do and wonder about its history.