Black and grey botanical tattoo of two roses with small wildflowers and leaves wrapping around the inner forearm.

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Roses and foliage on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two large roses are the focal point of this design, with smaller wildflowers and sprigs of leaves filling the gaps along the forearm. The work uses fine outlines with soft grey shading and stippled texture on the petals. The arrangement runs diagonally across the forearm against a white painted brick wall.

Botanical Forearm Rose Flower Wildflower Leaves Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now you'll want to know how the roses came to the lane at Hollin Farm, and I'll tell it the way my father told it to me, with the kettle going and the hens shut up for the night.

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The frost came down the week after Martinmas that year, hard enough to split the water trough. Mary Teague went out before light with a bucket of ash and a knife with a bone handle, because her two rose bushes by the gate had been dying since summer, black at the stems and bare at the crown. Her husband had planted them the spring they married, one red, one the colour of skimmed milk. He had gone to the war and not come back, and the roses had gone on without him for twenty years, which Mary said was more than most men managed.

She cut them down to the root that morning, and then she sat on the mounting block and cried, which she did not do in front of the sheep. When she stood up there was a green sprig pushing through the frost at the base of the old red stock, no bigger than a fingernail. She knelt in the wet and tore away the dead wood and found a cutting that had rooted itself in the ditch, and beside it, poking through the leaf mould, a clump of small white wildflowers nobody had planted at all.

She carried the cutting home and set it in a jam jar on the windowsill, and by Candlemas it had two leaves and a bud. The wildflowers spread along the lane into every gap, and by June the two bushes had grown so thick the bees could not tell them apart. Mary never explained it to the vicar. She only said the ground keeps what you give it, and then she went back to her bread.