Thirty-two acres in Chesterland, reached by a long gravel drive that winds through mature woods before the house comes into view. Two parcels, two homes, a stalled barn, ponds, and open pasture. Inside the main house, a two-story foyer, a coffered family room with an arched fireplace, a kitchen under a vaulted wood ceiling, a paneled office with built-ins, and a greenhouse under glass. Five bedrooms, one on the main floor. A vaulted recreation room with room enough for billiards and a grand piano. Below, a private whiskey and wine cellar. Outside, a tiered deck with a built-in outdoor kitchen looks over the pool and the pond beyond it. A detached garage with a wood shop and clearance for full-size equipment. Past the pasture fence, the barn and open ground for whatever comes next. A second drive leads through the trees to the guest house. Its own parcel, its own address, its own kitchen and garage. Somewhere people can actually live. A third adjoining parcel, with a house of its own, is available separately. Room for three generations, and enough land between them. Someday they'll say it started here. Horses, donkey, chickens, tractors, and farm equipment do not convey.