Double-Edged Sword

Most Recent / March 30, 2023

I sit here 3 months postpartum and this week I have caught myself feeling quite behind.

I know this feeling isn’t exclusive to farming, but my, oh my, it feels like an entirely different beast. Farms make decisions and large purchases months or even years in advance of making a single dollar. Don’t even get me started on what it’s like building up a herd of cattle. Tulips are a prime example. Tulips are purchased right now for next year. Not even one has bloomed or been sold, but here we are committing a great deal of money into next year’s crop.

I’ve mentioned this before but seems worthwhile to write it down. We have invested heavily into seeding pastures, peonies, and perennials, all of which cost a pretty penny. The 3 p’s. We will not see a profit on any of these investments for 3-5 years and to be honest, probably much longer.

Farming is a long game. A very long game. Try as you might there is no rushing the process of building a farm, you just can’t. What it really comes down to is that committing to farming is committing to the ultimate passion project. You must be willing to give everything you have, time, energy, money, even your sanity. And everything can, and probably will go wrong. Late nights, early mornings, the hottest days and coldest. Farming, what a trip.

So why?

What I have also been a part of is some of the most magical moments a person can witness. Ever snuggle a newborn baby calf on a warm March Day? Gather the bounty that you planted months ago. And truth be told, even the moments that felt like the worst, are some of my best memories. Ever pick rocks from a field? Felt the familiar feeling of your arms still burning in the night from the square bales you collected earlier? Thrown from a horse?

Can you really be quite right if you chose this as a vocation?

Perhaps, it isn’t so much about choosing it, as it chooses you.

 

Until next time,

 

Emma-Lee Harrison-Hill

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We are the Harrison-Hills: Connor, Emma-Lee, Hudson and Forrest. We are the third generation of Harrison's to live and work on these beautiful 137 acres just outside of Lakefield, Ontario and we are so excited to share our farm with you.

xx Emma

2 thoughts on “Double-edged Sword”

  1. I grew up on a dairy farm and my brother and dad still farm there today. The farm has been in the family for well over 150 years and my dad, mom, poppy and now my brothers family have invested their entire lives to it. I wouldn’t change all the life lessons, I too have been lucky enough to snuggle a baby calf and help deliver, picked rocks and tossed hay, rode in. the tractor with my dad and pops and burned brush on the coldest of days. A farmers work is never done, my dad is the hardest working man I know. keep on trucking Emma, your building a beautiful life for your family ❤️

    1. I love this Em. Its nice to hear all of this from you. And that you can appreciate and understand these memories. Farm life is so special and I have no doubt that your dad is one of the hardest working men to ever walk this earth. 🤍 thank you for sharing this with me.

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