Why I Get Up

At least once a week, I’m asked why I get out of bed when I don’t have to.

I want to answer, because I’m not a slug, but am always diplomatic and say, it’s simply a grace to be up first thing in the morning.

What kind of hostess would I be if I wasn’t awake to greet Spring who, believe it or not, is about to land after already sending in her diplomats.

Daffodils and forsythia act as footmen, lining the edge of the park like a stitched yellow hem.

Tulips, a tad tipsy, sway in the wind, while irises ever so proper wait patiently like ladies maids.

Just saw two squirrels in flagrante delicto, Latin for, caught in the act. If that’s not a sign she’s coming, then I don’t know what is.

Mustn’t forget the trees stoically standing like naked show girls waiting to don their leafy costumes.

Suddenly the Park will resemble Versailles as Spring, dressed like Marie Antionette, but keeping her head, presides over her first lavish banquet of the season.

So, why do I get up?

I’ve always loved a good party.         


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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38 Responses to Why I Get Up

  1. I do too! I’m at the gym by 8 (I know that’s late by your standards but still early) and at Starbucks right after 8:30. I feel renewed and my day has started on a good note. Unless I’m sick, sleeping in isn’t really a treat for me as I feel I’ve missed something. Perhaps it’s that party!


    • A jump on the day is a gift, no question. I feel it’s longer and you miss less. Of course I’m often in bed when others are just starting their evening, but never feel I’ve missed anything. Must be those canoodling squirrels. 🙂

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  2. That was the best and most poetic thing I’ve ever read about why a person gets up in the morning in Spring. Personally, I’d choose Winter. If it is very quiet outside, I scramble out of bed and rush to the window to see if it is snowing.

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  3. And I love to greet the night, so I stay up late, get up late. lol


  4. micklively says:

    I clocked in at 0530 this morning. It’s too dark to see what Spring is about. I usually see deer, rabbits and geese on my way in, which cheer my day.

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  5. What a fantastic introduction to Spring—practically an orgy! But, after all, it is Spring, and I’ve never read a better way to greet the season of renewal. :O)

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, this post was like a piece of poetry. I tend to get up a 5:00, whether I have work or not. And I don’t set an alarm clock either. I guess some of us are simply morning people and don’t want to miss the beginning of a new day.

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  7. skinnyuz2b says:

    Here is a quote I clipped from the paper a few months ago. “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” Written by Marcus Aurelius (A.D. 121 – A.D. 180)

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  8. E says:

    The merry garden would inspire me to get up too! The oppressive weight of a looming desk and unhappy people are far less motivating. Sigh… I do my best to love them as much as tulips. ❤️

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  9. I’m not competitive, but I must say, I love being the first one up. From one early riser to the other here’s to being the first one to see the rain & wind this morning while enjoying our coffee.

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  10. You definitely have a gift for imagery. I hope the trees and bushes around here get dressed soon. I think they ordered off Amazon and their orders all got delayed down south somewhere. Being covered in snow is not the same thing. 🙂

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