[cuties-in-codices]

the garden of eden

miniature from le secret de l'histoire naturelle [...], france, c. 1480-90

source: Paris, BnF, Français 22971, fol. 46r

[sisterdelores]

Many of ye may have marked mine absence these past days; 'tis for that I did embark upon a journey to the shore, there to behold the setting sun and lose myself in the pages of a book. And lo, I have returned, for the tide cared not for mine contemplations and did soak both mine seat and myself most unceremoniously.

[hildegards-abbey]

What book did’st thou read, sister? The tales of Chaucer, perhaps?

[sisterdelores]

Nay, I was reading Twilight, and mayhaps the tide did seek to wash away mine sins for doing so.

[sisterdelores]

Many of ye may have marked mine absence these past days; 'tis for that I did embark upon a journey to the shore, there to behold the setting sun and lose myself in the pages of a book. And lo, I have returned, for the tide cared not for mine contemplations and did soak both mine seat and myself most unceremoniously.

[hildegards-abbey]

A monkey playing the horn, riding another monkey, holding a bird, while being bitten on the head by a larger bird

Breviary; Northern Germany, 2nd half of the 15th century: Harley MS 2975, f. 73v

[hildegards-abbey]

Illuminated letter “B”

Breviary; Northern Germany, 2nd half of the 15th century: Harley MS 2975, f. 73v

[sisterclaennis]

i'm not convinced some of the monks have more than 3 thoughts a day.

[sisterdelores]

'Tis because the Lord hath nerf'd me

[hildegards-abbey]

Illuminated manuscript page

Breviary; Northern Germany, 2nd half of the 15th century: Harley MS 2975, f. 73v

[hildegards-abbey]

Woman shooting two beasts with an arrow

Breviary; Northern Germany, 2nd half of the 15th century: Harley MS 2975, f. 73v

[hildegards-abbey]

A winged creature (“when pigs fly”)

Breviary; Northern Germany, 2nd half of the 15th century: Harley MS 2975, f. 73v

[sisterdelores]

Brothers and sisters, I must confess a grievous truth. Surely, ye have marked how our cheese supply hath dwindled most mysteriously. The cause, I fear, is none other than mine own hand. When the moon sitteth high in the heavens, I do rise from my rest, creep to the window, and devour the cheese straight from its sack. Verily, I am ashamed, and I do swear to atone through mine own toil. I hope ye can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

[anglicanaformata]

[sisterdelores]

This doth fill mine heart with joy! Ne'er did I dream that mine own confession should be inscribed in such fair words. I give thee thanks!

[hildegards-abbey]

Camel

From “The Sherborne Missal” (Add MS 74236) c.1399-1407

[unsavory]

Selected pages from the Rothschild Canticles, c. 1300.

The canticles live in the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library and are fully digitized. :)

[sisterdelores]

Brothers and sisters, I must confess a grievous truth. Surely, ye have marked how our cheese supply hath dwindled most mysteriously. The cause, I fear, is none other than mine own hand. When the moon sitteth high in the heavens, I do rise from my rest, creep to the window, and devour the cheese straight from its sack. Verily, I am ashamed, and I do swear to atone through mine own toil. I hope ye can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

[brother-owain-ap-lloyd]

Sister. Please pardon me but I must enquire.

Art thou also the individual who hast snack'd upon mine manuscripts?

For I thought that be the mice, but this revelation hath shook me.

[brother-egmund]

That… was (mostly) Brother Eustace, I fear.

[sisterdelores]

Nay, 'twas all Brother Eustace! I did see it with mine own eyes, I swear it! I would ne'er feast upon manuscripts, for I do reckon they taste most bland.

[suchajocundcompany]

me: haha that sure was a fun night out in the spaceship!

my 14th-century friend guillaume: yeah too bad we have Chivalry tomorrow

me: shhhh lets try to sneak back in before the king notices we were gone

[sisterdelores]

Brothers and sisters, I must confess a grievous truth. Surely, ye have marked how our cheese supply hath dwindled most mysteriously. The cause, I fear, is none other than mine own hand. When the moon sitteth high in the heavens, I do rise from my rest, creep to the window, and devour the cheese straight from its sack. Verily, I am ashamed, and I do swear to atone through mine own toil. I hope ye can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

[hildegards-abbey]

Angel in the form of a bird giving a vision

From Saint-Sever Beatus, Bibliothèque Nationale, MS lat. 8878

[in-ois-oisou]

Medieval kittens, from a 13th century English manuscript, (Bodleian Library, MS. Bodl. 533, fol. 13r)