AT THE OLD PINE POINT CABIN, Kathy’s gardens are thriving. The bleeding hearts have escaped captivity, have leaped over the stone wall, and are dashing into the forest, with bumblebees in hot pursuit. The ferns are unfolding and reaching for sunlight. The old stone ‘tortoise and hare’ sit on their favorite stump and play their endless game of checkers. It is May, with June not far behind…