Just up the road from Beaufort, South Carolina there is a singularly eerie place hidden among the lowcountry swamp and weeping willows. The ruin of the Old Sheldon Church has a forsaken quality, a palpable hopelessness. After the church was burned during the Revolutionary War and then rebuilt, it was burned again during the Civil War, and it has been an empty husk ever since, forsaken and sinking into the mire. Since it is surrounded by historic graves, however, the grounds are well tended. This tree sits overhanging the cemetery. Some years back, an intrepid mason/arborist decided to repair the tree’s split trunk using stones from the abandoned church structure. The tree itself seemed to thrive around the unorthodox bandage. I make a point of visiting and paying my respects every time I’m there.