Hummingbird Bungalow

Welcome to the garden of the hummingbird bungalow. It might not look like much. In fact, some might even say it was more of a yard than a garden, but at the end of a long summer day, it has a unique beauty just catching sight of it through the fence seems like an invitation to relax, to stop. And as the saying goes, smell the roses. Before we explore the garden I always like to do a little wind down exercise. Tonight's exercise, is a really simple breathing exercise. So when you're ready, let's begin. So first, get comfortable in your bed. Now, just bringing the attention to the breath, just noticing where you feel it in the nose, the throat, the chest, the diaphragm. You're nice and relaxed. We're going to be taking a deep breath in for four holding it for four and then breathing out for six. So, are you ready? Let's begin in for four, two, three, four hold it for four, two, three, four. Now breathing out for six, two, three, four, five, six in for four, two, three, four, holding for four, two, three, four out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four, holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four, holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. Great, now returning the breath to normal. For all these nectars, this garden is loved by the hummingbirds of the neighborhood. There's one fluttering about now and his feathers are so colorful. You could imagine that the bird is made from tiny rubies and emeralds. The sun shines on every tiny feather. Notice how his wings wave shimmering in the air around him. He does seem to hum doesn't he? This hummingbird glides to his own tune swirling from trees to vines and back again. Bright as a scarf, he loops and loops all around the garden as though the bird embroiders the air with silk. He knows where all the sweets are, swooping along the pine trellis, where the honeysuckle sprawls. The flowers here are soft, yellow and white like bowls of butter and cream on a green tablecloth. That's just how the hummingbird sees them. As he bounces from bud to bud, he pokes his head no bigger than a thimble into the blossoms the hummingbird hovers along the honeysuckle his tiny tummy full of sweets. He hums along happily and swoops up into the sky, content for today. The sun pores like a glass of lemonade through the leaves of the great fig tree. In the sunniest patch, the terracotta pot towers over the clover and grass. The tower is made from warm orange clay and has windows for the strawberry plants to peak out. The strands of clump red berries drape along the pot, soaking up lots of sun. If you peer in, you can see...