The tree looks out over cotton fields that lie between the gift shop and the African-American cemetery. Some years, there's an old chair up there.
When I first saw it, I thought perhaps it was a dilapidated tree house. Now I'm thinking it's probably a duck blind or some other hunting structure.
Of course, it's at an Abbey. I think of Merton and the small hermitage that he built. I try to imagine the monks climbing the tree to have some alone time. I don't think I'm looking at a hermitage.
The abbey grounds are full of surprises, bird houses and repurposed shacks. But you have to be looking and paying attention. It's one of the lessons of Mepkin Abbey that I try to remember.
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