ON THIS SUMMER MORN AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, the hummingbird makes its rounds, humming all the way, Sparky the Cardinal sings his hymns, and the kiwi vine attempts to engulf the north wall of the cabin. Ferns nod gently in a light breeze. Simon the church-cat surveys his domain. Bonsai trees greet the sun. And two Chinese philosophers philosophize beneath the spreading branches of a great, sheltering tree. All is well in our small, forest world. We hope it is well with you, too. Good Sabbath…