Hortulus was a poem written by a German monk, Walafrid Strabo, in the 9th century. The name
translates to 'little garden' and refers to the herbs grown for the order's apothecary monk. The center
image is an ancient one used in some of the oldest filet crochet, but here he is surrounded by an art
deco style floral border. Maybe these wood violets are what he needs for that remedy he is so deeply
pondering as he gazes at his fire?