It was a Saturday morning at a local farmers market. I'd just moved across the country with my five kids after my divorce. New state. New start. I was looking around at all the people and the vendors and feeling this pull — this sense of community and connection — and wanting a piece of that in my own life.

I said out loud how much I loved farmers markets. My oldest daughter turned to me and said, "You should sell your granola here."

I'd been making granola for 15 years. For my family. For friends. For teachers at Christmas. That suggestion sparked something. I decided I'd be at that market the following summer — not to start a business, but to be a part of the community.

Customers showed up week after week. They couldn't find granola without tons of sugar that actually tasted good and fueled their day. They loved shopping small, being outside, and knowing exactly what was in their food.

When the market season ended, people asked where they could get the granola. I hadn't planned to keep going past that summer. But the community had other plans.

That's when Granola Girl became more than a market booth. Not because of a business plan. Because the people showed up.

From my wild, messy, beautiful journey to yours...

Aubrey