Black script lettering reading I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, tattooed across a shoulder and upper back.

Script scripture quote on a shoulder

Lettering · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black ink script quote across the upper back and shoulder. The fine, flowing lettering reads I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, set on two lines with slight variation in stroke weight. The skin is warm toned and the background is softly out of focus, keeping attention on the text.

Lettering Shoulder Script Quote Scripture Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Your mother says the Egremont Russets are ready early this year, so the ladders came out of the barn on Monday and I have been up and down them like a man half my age, which I am not. You would laugh to see it. The wasps have found the windfalls under the Bramley row and the dog will not go past them now.

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I found your old pencil case in the packing shed, the one with the faded stickers, and under the lid a list in your handwriting: pick by the stalk, never yank, and a line in capitals about being brave enough to leave. I have kept it. I have not argued with it. Wilfred used to say the trees do not care how sure you are, only how steady your feet are on the rung.

Last week a crate split on the lane and I stood there with forty pounds of fruit rolling into the ditch, swearing at the gate, and I thought of the sampler your gran hung in the hall, the one with the verse stitched in faded blue thread that she read aloud whenever the frost came early. I laughed out loud, alone, with a cracked crate in my arms and a wasp on my collar. It seemed a fair joke to be the one who got the last laugh.

So come home for the picking if you can. Bring the old boots. The ladder on the north side still wobbles, but you know where to put your weight, and I will hold the bottom rung while you reach for the high ones, the ones the birds never find. The light goes gold around four these days. Save me a seat on the wall. Love, Nan.