Kelley’s Pond · West Dennis, Cape Cod
Nana Bean’s
Dream
A waterfront cottage right on Kelley’s Pond — swim from the backyard, gather at the fire pit as the sun sets, and wake up to pond views every morning.
Kelley’s Pond · West Dennis, Cape Cod
A waterfront cottage right on Kelley’s Pond — swim from the backyard, gather at the fire pit as the sun sets, and wake up to pond views every morning.
Nana Bean’s Dream is a lovingly restored Cape Cod cottage sitting right on the edge of Kelley’s Pond in West Dennis. The outdoor space is the heart of this property — a fire pit at the water’s edge, a hammock strung between the pines, and a spacious deck with pond views that will make you never want to leave.
Inside you’ll find a cozy, light-filled cottage with a brick fireplace, shiplap walls, and every comfort you need. Wake up to pond views, spend the day at West Dennis Beach just 3 minutes away, and end the evening around the fire watching the sun set over the water.
Tucked along the shores of Kelley’s Pond in the quiet heart of West Dennis, you’re minutes from beaches, restaurants, and everything mid-Cape has to offer.
Reserve Your Stay
We rent the cottage by the week, with stay rules that shift with the season. Once you’ve picked your week, reserve through any of the platforms below — or email us directly.
Sunday to Sunday only. Every booking runs Sunday through Sunday so the cottage stays in a comfortable weekly rhythm and you get a full Cape week.
Seven-night minimum, but flexible — arrive any day, leave any day. Great for getaways that don’t fit a Sunday-to-Sunday week.
A Note from Ryan
I’ve been coming to the Cape every summer of my life. My parents, my brother and sister, and I would pile into the same small rental cottage year after year — one bedroom, cheap, never fixed up. At night, while everyone wound down before bed, my mom would pull out a stack of free real estate magazines and disappear into them. Other people read novels. She read listings. She dreamed of finding a place of her own on the Cape, fixing it up, making it ours. We talked about it for decades — what we’d change, what we’d keep, what color we’d paint the door. The conversation was the dream.
Her name was Jean. Long before any grandkids came along, my sister had taken to calling her Bean — a nickname born from the very questionable observation that Jean was as tall as a beanstalk. (She wasn’t. My sister is just very short.) The name stuck for years.
Then the grandkids arrived. The other grandma also wanted to be called Nana, and the kids needed a way to tell them apart. Bean slid into place beside Nana like it had been waiting there all along. Nana Bean.
Shortly after she passed away, we found this cottage on Kelley’s Pond and bought it. We named it Nana Bean’s Dream because that’s what it was — hers, finally come true. Heartbreakingly too late for her to see it, but hers. We also named it for my daughter Nara, who was born a year after Nana Bean died and never got the chance to meet her. Every guest who walks through this door is, in some small way, walking into my mom’s dream. And Nara will grow up knowing it.