Vantreight Farms’ Non-​​Daffodil Developments

In the late winter of 2006 I worked as a picker at Vantreight farms, which if I remember cor­rectly is the second largest daf­fodil farm in the world. At the time there was much con­tro­versy and knowing unspo­ke­ness around the farm fields because Geoffrey Vantreight Jr., the grandson of the founder, had just passed away and his sons were feuding over what to do with the prop­erty. With real estate value what it is in the Victoria region (and the Saanich penin­sula being drop dead gor­geous in cer­tain lights and from cer­tain angles, which I had plenty of oppor­tu­nity to expe­ri­ence bouncing out in the farm bus as the sun came up), the land the flowers are grown on is arguably worth far far more than the flowers will ever sell for. On the other hand, the land is in the Agricultural Land Reserve, which is a sort of func­tional green­belt and which requires a lot of bak­sheesh to the Victoria City Council before you can develop in it. As I was slog­ging up the muddy rows of maturing daf­fodil stems with my pairing knife, the entire matter had landed in some sort of court or binding arbi­tra­tion, and the future pre-​​summer liveli­hood of Québécois hip­pies, Punjabi-​​Canadians, migrant Mexican labourers and the occa­sional aim­less BSc. was hanging in the balance.

According to a slick new addi­tion to the daf​fodil​.com web­site, it appears the matter has been resolved. A fancy flash inter­face will show you a series of map over­lays which pro­pose a

mixed-​​use housing devel­op­ment on land that is not farmable or in the Agricultural Land Reserve (ALR) fea­turing 31 single-​​family homes, 92 town­homes, and 141 con­do­minium units. Net rev­enue gen­er­ated from the pro­posed devel­op­ment of this land will be invested back into Vantreight Farms, which grows approx­i­mately 18 mil­lion daf­fodils per year, gen­er­ating 1,500 to 2,000 jobs annu­ally. This devel­op­ment is essen­tial for Vantreight Farms to mod­ernize and expand its oper­a­tions and also to assist us in becoming eco­nom­i­cally, envi­ron­men­tally and socially sus­tain­able for gen­er­a­tions to come.”

Interesting. Judging from the amount of money they’ve spent on GIS and web devel­op­ment, I’d say there must be some ongoing con­tro­versy they’re trying to allay.

update: Shortly after posting this I got a call from Ryan Vantreight, grandson of Geoff Jr., who was con­cerned about some of what I said in this post. He offered some extra infor­ma­tion, which I’m happy to present here (I hope this is an accu­rate sum­mary of Ryan’s main points)

  • Geoff Vantreight Jr. passed away in 2000, not 2005.
  • There was indeed a court-​​adjudicated dis­pute between the Vantreight brothers, Ian and Michael. My rough under­standing is that each of them owned a part of the land, and for the farm to be viable all the land would be needed (that’s my rec­ol­lec­tion, not what Ryan told me, it may not be exactly right). Ian wanted to buy out Michael’s half, and Michael wanted to sell out­side the family.
  • Michael won the case, granting him the right to sell to anyone and espe­cially not to Ian. Ryan, who is Ian’s son, worked to con­vince the two brothers to reach an agree­ment regard­less of the court deci­sion, and Michael sub­se­quently agreed to sell to Ian.
  • The sale was made, with the inten­tion of keeping the entire prop­erty as farm. The cost of the buy-​​out meant a lot of debt, which cur­rently hangs over the farm’s head.
  • Vantreight Farms, like most in Canada, is suf­fering from decreasing mar­gins and increasing costs.
  • The con­se­quence of all this is that the Vantreight Hill devel­op­ment pro­posed on the web­site is an effort from the pro-​​farming side of the family to raise money to cover the debt and mod­ernize the farm to make it more finan­cially viable.
  • (I’m not too wor­ried that mod­ern­iza­tion would mean the end of sea­sonal picking on the farm. I’ve watched Star-​​Wars-​​esque machines, under the con­trol of a couple of guys, har­vest an acre of California cotton in 15 min­utes which would have taken dozens of pickers a day back in the day. But I have a hard time imag­ining how any sim­ilar machine could har­vest daf­fodils of just the right stem length without enor­mous wasteage, too much to be afford­able. I think.)

  • Ryan par­tic­u­larly empha­sized that the devel­op­ment is (as I quoted in the orig­inal post), not in the ALR or farmable land. Having looked up to it from the trenches many cold and hot days in the fields, I can verify that it doesn’t look like any­thing you can farm on.
  • He also sug­gested that part of the farm mod­ern­iza­tion would include extra crop rota­tion and other envi­ron­mental improve­ments. Further details regarding those improve­ments are expected to be on the web­site in the near future assuming the project proceeds.
  • Monday is the day that the whole issue goes to council for a green or red light. I asked if their were other options if it was turned down and Ryan said that this is the first in a series of make-​​or-​​break chal­lenges to the devel­op­ment. The results will be posted on the website
  • I’m in no posi­tion to verify or dis­pute any of this of course, but Ryan cer­tainly sounded like a rea­son­able guy. I carry a deep and I think jus­ti­fied sus­pi­cion of res­i­den­tial devel­op­ment around Victoria (think Bear Mountain and shudder), and a condo devel­op­ment for a condo development’s sake isn’t much to cel­e­brate. But I like the daf­fodil farm and remain grateful for the paid work I did there. Nor can I rule out doing some more of it. Vantreight farms is a couple of rare things — a large yet family owned enter­prise, and a (so far) func­tioning farm. If Vantreight Hills is what’s required to keep the farm afloat, then it can at least be said that there are less jus­ti­fied con­do­minium devel­op­ment pro­posals in the world.

    2 comments:

    Daffodils” (Wordsworth 1804)

    I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;

    That is writen on my Grandfather’s grave stone. It was his favorite poem.

    leave a comment