Shares Before Pears

Why can ordinary New Zealanders own fractions of companies, collectable sneakers and works of art, but not a working farm?

A teacher in Wellington can buy a fifty-dollar slice of Apple, the company, on her phone in ten seconds. She cannot buy a fifty-dollar slice of an apple orchard three hundred kilometres away, at all. I spent two years and three company names trying to fix that. It did not ship, and the reason it did not is the essay.

A teacher in Wellington can buy a fifty-dollar slice of Apple, the company, on her phone in about ten seconds. She cannot buy a fifty-dollar slice of an apple orchard in Hawke’s Bay, three hundred kilometres away, in any form at all. About half of New Zealand is farmland, some of the most productive on earth, (Stats NZ 2022) and the people who live on it are locked out of owning any of it in the one shape that would actually work for them: a small, liquid, tradeable piece. I spent two years trying to change that, under three different company names, and it did not ship. This is what the trying taught me.

It looks like old plumbing

The obvious reading, and the one I started with, is that this is a design problem. The gatekeeping is just old plumbing. Agricultural investment is locked behind high minimums, complex fund structures, and institutional intermediaries because nobody has bothered to build the clean version. So build it. Let a grower share a slice of a real harvest directly with ordinary investors, cut out the fund managers, and the gate swings open. That was the whole thesis, and I believed the closing line of it completely: this is a design problem, not a regulation problem, and someone will solve it.

The regulation is load-bearing

I had filed the regulation under friction, the kind of legacy nuisance a good product routes around. Then I actually walked the regulatory path, the filings and the disclosure documents and the long meetings, and learned that the gate is not old plumbing. It is load-bearing.

The reason you can slice Apple and not the orchard is not that no one built the app. It is that Apple already did the expensive, decades-long work of turning itself into a standardised, disclosed, liquid, fungible security. One share is interchangeable with every other share. It is priced continuously, tradeable in a second, and wrapped in mandatory disclosure that lets a stranger buy it without ever meeting the company. An orchard is none of those things. It is unique, illiquid, seasonal, exposed to weather and disease, hard to value, and harder to exit. The two things look like they should be sliceable in the same way, and they are not remotely the same kind of object.

What fractional ownership actually is

Here is the part that took me two years to really understand. Fractional ownership is not fundamentally about ownership. It is about liquidity and standardisation. To sell a stranger a fifty-dollar piece of Sarah’s orchard, you cannot just record that she owns it. You have to build, for that one orchard, the entire apparatus a stock market hands a listed company for free: a way to value it, custody it, price it, protect the buyer who cannot inspect the roots, and above all a way for that buyer to get their fifty dollars back out. That apparatus is precisely what securities regulation exists to require, and it is expensive, and it does not get cheaper per orchard the way it does per company at national scale.

So the land stays whole-or-nothing not because nobody thought to slice it, but because slicing it means standing up a bespoke securities market for a single seasonal asset, and the cost of doing that honestly is the wall. The regulation is not stupidly blocking a good idea. It is encoding a genuine difficulty, which is that a place strongly resists becoming a security, and the protections that make a share safe to buy blind are exactly the protections a one-off orchard cannot cheaply provide.

What everyone who tried has settled for

Saying I could not find the path is weaker than saying what the people who went looking before me came back with. Three of them are on the record, and not one of them got the whole sentence.

New Zealand does have a retail route, and it comes with a ceiling. Equity crowdfunding under the Financial Markets Conduct Act runs through licensed platforms and caps a company at raising $2 million in any 12 months. (New Zealand Parliament 2013) Only a handful of platforms were ever licensed here. (Financial Markets Authority 2014) The cap is not an oversight. It is the price of the exemption: partial relief from the disclosure burden, in exchange for a size at which a mistake cannot hurt too many people. One orchard could raise inside it. A national market for orchards could not.

MyFarm has been syndicating New Zealand farm and orchard equity since 1990, in Rockit apples, gold kiwifruit, and Sauvignon Blanc vineyards. It says it has enabled more than 1,000 eligible New Zealand investors, and eligible is the load-bearing word: it means the wholesale exemption, which means high minimums and a certificate, which means not the teacher. (MyFarm Investments 2026) Having sold the slices, it then had to go and work on a secondary trading platform so its part-owners had any way back out.

The Americans did it at retail. AcreTrader and FarmTogether sell fractional farmland to ordinary investors, and the outcome is instructive rather than thrilling: single-digit to low-double-digit target returns, over holds of 5 to 10 years, inside structures that are still securitised and still illiquid.

Line those three up and they are not three failures. They are three prices for the same crossing. Nobody has managed to sell a stranger fifty dollars of an orchard and let them have it back next Tuesday, so each of these gives up a different piece of that sentence: the size of the raise, the ordinariness of the buyer, or the speed of the exit. The wall is not a rumour, and it is not a queue at a regulator’s desk. It has a shape, and the shape is the thing you have to surrender to get past it.

A more honest place to stand

So is it a design problem or a regulation problem? Both, tangled together, and the sentence I used to say, someone will solve it, badly underestimates the tangle. The thesis still holds, and I want to be clear about that. The land is still here. The teacher still cannot buy in. Around sixty billion dollars of food and fibre leaves the country every year, (Ministry for Primary Industries 2024) (Radio New Zealand 2025) and the people who grow it and live beside it own almost none of it in any form they can trade. That is still a real and slightly outrageous gap, and it is still worth solving.

But the honest lesson from actually trying is that the unlock is not a nicer app laid over the same wall. It is finding a cheaper path to making a unique, illiquid asset behave enough like a standardised one to be sliced and sold, without a disclosure burden that costs more than the orchard is worth. Whether that path exists, I genuinely do not know. I did not find it in two years of looking, and the three attempts that got closest each paid for the crossing with a different part of the promise. That is not proof it is not there, but it is a more honest place to stand than the confident thing I said before I tried, which is worth something on its own. The most useful output of a venture that does not ship is usually the exact shape of the wall it hit, described accurately enough that the next person does not mistake it for old plumbing.

References cited

Financial Markets Authority 2014. FMA issues first equity crowdfunding licences.

Ministry for Primary Industries 2024. Situation and outlook for primary industries, December 2024.

MyFarm Investments 2026. About us.

New Zealand Parliament 2013. Financial Markets Conduct Act 2013.

Radio New Zealand 2025. Food and fibre exports set to reach record $62b next year.

Stats NZ 2022. Farm numbers and farm size: data to 2022.

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