The scent of warm beeswax and roses filled the kitchen. The table was laden with the colour of summer. Flames flickered a blessing to the sun. And we made candles for our solstice table.
In the hush of a winter evening, in the dark of the longest night, bake a sun bread, soft and golden, calling home the sun’s warm light. We make sun bread once a year, on the week of the Winter Solstice. It is probably the favourite treat in our house.