Only a few bare scrub pines grew out of the rock.
Beyond was a mass of scrub pines, oaks and brambles.
The tent was secured to the scrub pines, and they built a fire big enough to feel the heat inside.
Jack ditched his car, snuck up behind some scrub pines.
A little way inland, there was a row of scrub pines, maybe ten feet tall.
The scrub pines growing in the rock hide them well.
It is a rural area of scrub pines and rustic homes.
A Sunday painter had covered the scrub pines with white sizing fresh from the tube.
About two hundred feet down a logging road in a clump of scrub pines.
The path they followed was barren, but on either side scrub pines found soil enough in crevices to grow.