Fine line tattoo design of a daisy with pink-tinged petals, a yellow centre, green leaves and swirling black vines on white paper.

Daisy and vine tattoo design

Fine line · Colour · Flash

A single daisy-like flower with white petals tipped in pink and a yellow centre sits on a looping black vine with curling tendrils. Two green leaves, shaded with soft colour, extend from the stem. The thin, even linework and light pastel colouring are set against a plain white background.

Fine line Botanical Daisy Flower Leaf Vine Swirl Tendril

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

"Pull the bindweed, not the daisies," Aunt Vera said, and then she went back indoors to her wireless, leaving you on your knees in the bed by the greenhouse with a trowel and a bucket that was already too heavy. The tendrils had worked their way under the fence from the Hallidays' side, looping round the bean poles in the same tight curls you had been drawing in the back of your exercise book all week.

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You had not trusted the seed packet. It promised Shasta daisies, white with blush tips, but the single bloom in the corner had come up on its own, wedged between the rhubarb and the compost heap, pale as a fried egg and stubborn about it. Every morning before school you checked it. Every evening you counted its leaves. Then the bindweed reached it, and for one awful minute you were certain the vine had won.

So you worked slowly. You pulled the loose runners and left the ones that had wrapped themselves round the daisy's stalk, because the stalk was thin and the wind off the allotments was rough that August, and the vine seemed to be holding it upright. When Aunt Vera came out at teatime and saw what you had done, she stood with her hands on her hips for a long time. Then she said nothing at all and started pulling up the rest of the bed herself.

In September the daisy was the last thing still flowering. The Hallidays' boy climbed the fence to look at it and asked what it was called. You considered the question seriously, the way Aunt Vera taught you to consider a seed packet. "It doesn't have a name yet," you told him. "You'll have to think of one."