Colour tattoo of pink and purple blossom branches with green leaves across an ankle, worn with a purple open-toe high-heeled shoe.

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Blossom branch tattoo on an ankle in a purple heel

Botanical · Ankle · Colour · Photo

A foot wearing a purple open-toe high-heeled shoe shows a tattoo of a branch with pink and lilac blossoms climbing from the ankle towards the top of the foot. The flowers are shaded with soft gradients and small green leaves are scattered along the stems, with the branch curving diagonally across the skin. The background is plain and the shoe's purple tone sits alongside the blossom colours.

Botanical Ankle Blossom Branch Flower Leaves Magnolia Cherry blossom Foot Heel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The orchard at the edge of Hollin Bottom had one tree nobody would prune. Old Mirren said it had been planted the year the bridge washed away, and that its roots went down past the drowned mill to a spring that never froze. Every March it flowered before any other branch in the valley, pink and lilac, so thick the bees went drunk on it and the lane smelled of honey for a week.

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Beatrix Hale came up from the coast with a purple pair of shoes she had bought for a wedding she did not go to, and a bag of coins for the cutting. She asked the miller's boy to take her to the tree. He said the tree did not like to be asked. She said she had walked from the sea and would be asked at the gate, or not at all, so he shrugged and showed her the path through the bracken.

She took one twig, no longer than her finger, and wrapped it in wet moss. Before she left the orchard she knelt by the spring and pressed the cutting into the mud at the hem of her skirt, where the cold came up through the wool. Mirren, watching from the wall, said nothing, which for Mirren was a blessing.

The next spring a branch climbed the old garden wall in Hollin Bottom, and nobody had planted it. Beatrix did not come back to see it. The miller's boy did, and stood a long while under the blossom, and said afterwards that the flowers had been shaded in such a way that a person could almost see the light moving between the petals.