Growth is constant.

I have walked out the back of my mum’s house every day for a month. It’s not a busy route and really only provides access and walking to those who live on her road, down to the forest behind. It’s been a wet couple of weeks so only those with dogs go back there at the moment.

These thorns have been grown closer each day. Yesterday I squeezed through, feeling the prickles through my clothes.

Today I had to stop and push into them more than normal. But before I did, I stood and looked.

I know the green is probably growing into the path for the light. But part of me wondered if actually this was two plants reaching out to each other. Like fingertips, wanting to touch another. Aware they are opposite sides of the path and are risking their branches being torn off in their quest.

I was careful. I took the picture on the way back, after walking through twice. I hope it looks the same tomorrow.

There is so much beauty in the world. I’m always consumed by the difficult. But also have always felt that the difficult was worth talking about. Two outstretched prickle branches have taught me otherwise.

Carry on growing, prickle bushes. They give me hope that tomorrow is another day.