Seventeen acres is a hard thing to describe to someone who hasn't walked it. There's open pasture and deep wood and a sky at night that surprises you every time. Bring the dogs. Bring the kids. Let everyone find their own corner of it.
Your closest neighbors are deer, raccoon, possum, and whatever's singing outside your window at night. The frogs in particular are very committed.
The quarter-mile drive in tells you everything. Gravel under the tires, trees closing overhead, the city falling away behind you. By the time you arrive, you already feel it.