#inspired by those weird monk calendars with seasonal fruits and moon cycles that my grandma used to have when i was a kid

[ladyofmelk]

I have a very niche aesthetic in mind that I need to achieve this winter (medieval herbalist monk who has his own corner in the abbey where heather falls from the roof and the room smells like mint and lavender. he works on a wooden table with ten candles lit all around, handwrites recipes and draws the plants ha finds around in a little blank book that a rich visitor gifted him some years prior. the other monks come to ask for remedies or veggies for tonight's soup. he doesn't mind the struggles of such a spartan life because with his occupation he's able to prepare warm infusions that him and his favourite brothers in christ chug down secretly while they discuss the latest monk gossip)