It’s on the other side of town (the old, poor side) so we’d never seen it. So stepping onto the shabby little concrete-block site on a very hot summer day when school wasn’t even in session, we were amazed and delighted to find waterfalls and features around every corner, all “on.” You could see and hear burbling water over rocks wherever you walked or sat, with country flowers tucked here and there but nothing fussy or manicured. In such an otherwise scruffy and schoolish setting, it was the oddest sense of peace and calm coupled with happy surprise and energy (the water constantly moving, as if alive and playing.)

As an old school hand I’ve been on a lot of campuses at every level from nursery school through grad school. FSU’s law school has a lovely “green” with little white cottages connected by an Old South-vernacular raised wooden walkway. Many are beautiful and expensive, some modern, some historic. But I’ve never seen this particular approach and it was just wonderful!