Colour tattoo of a cherry blossom branch with pink flowers and buds in a soft botanical style, running from the ankle across the top of a foot.

Cherry blossom branch across a foot

Botanical · Ankle · Mixed · Photo

A branch with dark grey linework and shading curves across the top of a foot from the ankle towards the toes, with pink blossoms, buds and scattered falling petals. The flowers use soft pink tones with lighter highlights and darker pink centres, while the branch is shaded in black and grey. The composition is diagonal, with the blossoms densest near the ankle and sparser towards the toes against a plain dark background.

Botanical Ankle Cherry blossom Branch Flower Petal Bud Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tree had been dropping petals onto the slipway since before the ferry was late, and Ailsa Dunn stood on the cold concrete holding a bucket she had forgotten to fill. The wind off the Sound had been hard all week. Every gust lifted the blossom from the branches and laid it down again on the wet stones, as if the tree could not decide whether it was finished.

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Her grandfather had planted it the spring the Kestrel came in with a Japanese cook aboard, a thin man named Hideo Sato who had jumped ship at Calla with one trunk of clothes and a cutting wrapped in oilcloth. Nobody on the island had asked him why. They asked him to cook for weddings and wakes, and he did both, and when he died in 1938 the tree was already taller than the kirk roof.

The ferry showed at last, a smudge beyond the skerry. Ailsa counted the crates in her head: twelve jars of the blossom jam her mother had taught her to make, waxed and labelled in her own handwriting, bound for a shop on the mainland that sold them as something exotic. She had never liked that. But the tree gave what it gave, and the island had always taken its share.

She knelt and filled the bucket with the petals that had blown into the tideline, pale and bruised at the edges, and carried them up the slip to the boat. The skipper took the bucket without asking what it was for. He set it by the wheel where the wind could reach it, and for a moment the whole Sound was pink.