It’s an unusually warm autumn afternoon when we mount bikes and venture to the nearby stream for afternoon art and nature study lessons.  I breathe deep and feel freedom run through my bones. Alex rides on the tandem bike behind me, a true ‘bicycle built for two’, and whoops as we breeze down hills.  We bump over grass and find a deserted picnic table (all the picnic tables are deserted on weekday afternoons) and we lean together and unload art supplies.  We talk about what we see and what to sketch and all this beauty around us.  We discuss what God makes to blossom this time of year.  We are…