Time to Wake Up! Ally Ally Oxen Free

On a recent trip business trip to Europe, I was startled awake by the alarm song on my iPad. It was Love Shack by the B-52s – a personal favorite – but not a great way to wake up when you are feeling like a 55-gallon drum full of jet-lagged sludge. Ay-eee!!!

Not me, but pretty accurate!

Must. Pick. Different. Song.

Must. Ease. Into. Wakedness.

So the next night, I remembered to choose a new wake-up tune right as I went to bed. Being lazy – or still jet-lagged – I quickly started scrolling through the default sort of songs by title. I don’t have that much music on my iPad (unlike the 6K+ songs on my computer’s iTunes). I’m not even really sure how the music got onto my iPad, actually. I was in a hurry to pick a song and go to sleep, but none of the first few I scrolled past in the A’s were appropriate for a gentle, jet-lag respectful wakeup.

Africa by Toto? Nope. Too 80s. Might be tempted to make my hair big.

Ain’t Anyone Here for Love (from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes) by Marilyn Monroe and Rosalyn Russell? Wrong subject matter, although I did consider it briefly, because that scene is set in Paris, and Paris is where I was.

Akobi: First Born S(u)n by Somi? Lovely, but no. I’d be tempted to stay in my hotel room and listen to the album.

All of Me by Tchavolo Schmitt (“gypsy jazz guitarist)? Nope, too upbeat, although Tchavolo is Parisian…I was really tempted but it could be as jarring as Love Shack if I was mid-dream.

All by Myself by Eric Carmen? Too depressing; my limbs would feel numb and I’d never be able to climb out of the jet lag pit.

Ally Ally Oxen Free by The Kingston Trio? Yes, that’s it! I hadn’t heard that song for quite a while, since my days by the water, growing up at my parents’ house, but I knew it would have just the right tone and tempo to get me out of bed, happy to face the day.


I got more than I bargained for.

Ally Ally Oxen Free was a perfect wake-up song. The sound of it made me happy. It made me thoughtful. It made me get out of bed and walk across the room to replay it and listen again. It woke me up every morning after that on an 11-day, 3-country trip, and stayed in my head for days. I had either forgotten or was too young or distracted to remember that it was a (peaceful) protest song.


It is incredibly timely. Incredibly.  

Give it a listen; see what you think

Ally Ally Oxen Free (McKuen / Yates)

Time to let the rain fall without the help of man
Time to let the trees grow tall, now, if they only can
Time to let our children, live in a land that’s free
Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free
(Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free)

Time to blow the smoke away, look at the sky again
Time to let our friends know we’d like to begin again
Time to send a message across the land and sea
Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free
(Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free)

Strong and weak, mild and meek, no more hide and seek

Time to see the fairness of a children’s game
Time for men to stop and learn to do the same
Time to make our minds up if the world at last will be
Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free
(Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free)


This is not a political blog, but one has only to breathe the air in an any major city, read the reports about plastic particles in the ocean to, or look at the violence and anger in every day’s news reports from every country to know that something needs to change. A lot of things.

Ally, ally, ally, ally oxen free.

Time to wake up!

“Time to blow the smoke away, and look at the sky again.” A beautiful, smogless December sky in Jefferson, CO.

© 2018 Glover Gardens

poem: what if every day was new year’s day?

Mindfulness on New Year's in the mountains.

january one
every year

a clarion call
for looking forward
for planning
positive self-talk
promises to ourselves

does reflection
~ or regret ~
fuel this temporary
seasonal earnestness?

do we remember
to look back
to look forward?

do we savor today
~ in its beautiful imperfection ~
or overlook it
in our fervor
for tomorrow?

what if every day was new year’s day?

what if reflection on
~ what yesterday was ~
~ what today is ~
~ what tomorrow could be ~
happened every day?

what if every day was new year’s day?

The view from the back deck on New Year’s Day; a world in full color within our reach

© 2018 Glover Gardens

Random Thankful Lists

I am thankful for…

bright blue sunny skies

quiet and rainy afternoons

warm blankets on snowy nights

murder mysteries and PBS

guilty pleasures

wine by the fire

cooking with friends and family

food magazines

pepper(s) of all kinds




cast iron

Turner Classic Movies


brown eyes

quiet and enlightening conversations


traveling to places familiar and unknown

health insurance

I am thankful for…

meaningful work

stimulating challenges

surprising opportunities

unexpected blessings

authentic hugs

spontaneous smiles


tears of joy

having learned from mistakes

listening and being heard


I am thankful for…

music and musicians

birds and bird-watchers

cameras and photographers

poetry and poets

gardens and gardeners

books and writers

art and artists

chefs and restaurants

I am thankful for…

clever people

who make me laugh

warm and optimistic people

who give me hope

servant leaders who teach

creative minds 

that look at the world in new ways

smart people

who develop practical solutions

loyal friends 


family (born and chosen)

unbreakable bonds

people who pray and people who do

soldiers, first responders and protesters

good and loving people of all kinds

who make the world better

in their own ways

I am thankful for…

cats who cradle

dogs that wag

mountains that loom majestic

snow that sparkles

sand on my toes

the roar of waves

aspen trees

honey bees

wildlife and wilderness

the wind in my face

I am thankful for…


the wisdom of children


the friendship of strangers

faithfulness and forgiveness

acceptance and love



collaboration and community

free speech



I am thankful for…

faith of all kinds

I am thankful for…


I am thankful for…


Kim with Camera.jpg
that’s me, thankful for the camera, the snow, the birds and this amazing life

© 2018 Glover Gardens

Haiku: Thank You to Veterans


saluting soldiers
~ not just on Veteran’s Day ~
thank you, every day


I always love to see the huge flag at DCA / Reagan National Airport. It seemed especially fitting to share it on Veteran’s Day.

Thank you to all veterans, past and present, for your service.

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens

Lonely Future / How It Be, According to The Storyteller

Glover Gardens is not a political blog, but the publisher (that would be me) does have opinions.

The post that I’m linking to here from The Storyteller blog really resonated with me. While its author wasn’t specific about which “regulatory roll backs” he was referring to (see below), I instantly went to my environmental concerns. Here’s part of what he said:

I call it this picture, “Lonely Future.” It’s about all the constant regulatory roll backs of the current United States leadership. No people. No cars. Just weirdly colored skies.
It’s not a Sunday picture, Well. It is. Sorta. A long time back I use to publish “Experimental Sunday.” It was a sort of predictable Sunday feature when I posted images that I was… (click to read more )

Again, this is not a political blog, but I don’t think anything about protecting our environment and the animals and people who live in it should be political. How can caring for something that benefits us all be a partisan issue?

Perhaps I’m too simple and idealistic.

Perhaps I’m not smart enough to understand how short-term economic or material gains could outweigh long-term benefits for the health of our ecosystem and all of its components.

Maybe there’s some greater good that I can’t grasp about relaxing regulations against pollutants.

Maybe I’m an idiot to feel that the loss of even one more endangered species puts the world as a whole in a little more danger.


Or maybe not.

Anyway, the dystopian nature of the artistic Lonely Future picture from The Storyteller took me to this place, and now I’ve pulled you into it with me. But I stick by my assertion that Glover Gardens in not political. Look for more stories about memories and food tomorrow. Or a haiku. You seem to like my haiku.

Source: How It Befrom The Storyteller Blog

Memorial Day, Andy Rooney, the Thankful Foreigner, and Blowin’ in the Wind

11263025_10206545505667097_3146148380970970297_nIt’s Memorial Day here in the U.S. The day we remember those who served in our military and did not live to come home.

Andy Rooney Rethinks Memorial Day

I saw a thoughtful piece by the late commentator Andy Rooney that’s worth sharing, Rooney Rethinks Memorial Day. He said:

Remembering doesn’t do the remembered any good, of course. It’s for ourselves, the living. I wish we could dedicate Memorial Day, not to the memory of those who have died at war, but to the idea of saving the lives of the young people who are going to die in the future if we don’t find some new way – some new religion maybe – that takes war out of our lives.

That would be a Memorial Day worth celebrating.”

I wholeheartedly agree. It makes me want to sing: “the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind”. The whole clip is worth watching.

A Hummingbird’s Salute

For a Memorial Day photo, here’s a hummingbird and our flag. Just because. The hummingbirds have been happy with our feeder over this Memorial Day weekend here at Little House in the Rockies. Perhaps that tiny bird is saluting our fallen men and women by posing for me in front of the flag.


The Thankful Foreigner

Another remembrance is this post from the Glover Gardens archive about a young French man who grew up near Normandy and appreciated the D-Day sacrifice: by the Allies: The Thankful Foreigner: An Award-Winning Essay from a Millennial. It’s a bit of a read, but a sweet little story and quite apropos on Memorial Day.

Blowin’ in the Wind

I’ll leave you with these lyrics from Bob Dylan, so very much in line with the theme from Andy Rooney’s commentary.

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they can call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Blowin’ in the Wind lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Audiam, Inc
© 2018 Glover Gardens

Haiku: A Room of Her Own

This artist’s studio, a room preserved as it was at one time at the Museum of Montmartre in Paris, inspires me. I knew when I first saw it that I wanted a room like this.

a room of her own
(where the self can be known)
is a treasure


More to come on this topic as the room of my own becomes a reality.

© 2018, Glover Gardens

Haiku: Girl Power

she’s heading skyward
ambitions escalating
capable and strong


I snapped a picture of this anonymous woman climbing up a real corporate “ladder”, and she became a symbol, a photographic talisman to honor and protect all young women who seek a meaningful career. Here’s to your journey upward and onward; know that you carry with you the hopes and dreams of all who came before.

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens