Evergreens get no respect. They have no burst of autumn red. Each spring they do not provide a new face of green each day. They do not make that summer sound in the wind. These two pines, however, make a subtle show each April for a few hours in the first sunny still and warming day as their thousands of cones pop again and again as each scale opens a bit an pops out the tiny seed. There is a bench under their boughs. Crack. Click. Snap. One big slow-mo rice crispy. Summer's comin'.