When Little Moments Turn Into Traditions

There is something comforting about this in-between season, that gentle pause before winter truly begins. No decorations yet, no big rituals. Just the small gestures we repeat without even realising… the ones that somehow become ours.

I notice it especially with my daughters. You do something once, then twice, and suddenly it turns into a quiet ritual.

Like the annual moment we bring the lemon trees back into the glasshouse. First pretending it is not that cold yet, then giving in with a laugh and rolling them inside anyway.

Or switching on the winter lights a little earlier than needed, just to check if they still work, even though we already know they do.

Or lighting that first fire of the season simply because the room asks for it.

None of this was meant to be a tradition. It slipped quietly into our rhythm.

Little markers that say: we are entering a new season together.

And maybe that is the real joy. Not the big, official moments, but these unplanned rituals that make a house feel alive and a family feel connected. They do not need a calendar reminder. They happen because they make sense… and because someone would definitely notice if they did not.