Scuffletown Park.

So many reasons to love the Fan. And this was an early frontrunner.

Scuffletown Park has a pretty interesting little history—best explained in the comment section of this Fan of the Fan post—and it’s becoming a part of ours now, too. It seems to draw out something different in an afternoon solely intended for sun soaking and reading. Namely, naps—it’s gloriously and consistently peaceful back there—but also happy, dreamy conversations that seem to ignite once feet touch grass.

You’ve seen Scuffletown before on this site… remember the Mouse Faucet!? And my spirit animal epiphany? And this recap of our first week in the Fan, from last July, had me beating a drum for summer, and wistful for those first days together in this place. [And for longer hair. And my Vermont-given musculature. Sigh.]

Layage of landage. We are smack between Scuffletown and Meadow, but our preference need not be named:

The best thing about our location is the myriad Fan cats you encounter along the way.

This gentleman was having a drink in our neighbors’ little pond:

And Eli’s girlfriend came forth for a nudge:

If you read that Fan of the Fan post, take note: that salty, wonderful man she mentioned still makes regular stops. Daily, I’d imagine. And he hums while he works. Loudly. Happily! She forgot to mention that.

And it might be the best part of the whole bloody experience!

-C.