The harvest that started it all
This story doesn't begin with a bagel. It begins over 80 years ago, when a family migrated from Monterey, Nuevo León and followed the harvest through the Willamette Valley. Strawberries, pole beans, hops, potatoes. Fields they didn't own. Wages they didn't set.
They planted roots anyway. Their great-granddaughter grew up in Woodburn, before spending years in Boulder and Santa Cruz. That's where the idea was born. Saturday mornings, windows open, farmers market in the fog. No agenda, just present. That feeling never left.
Juniper was born in Santa Cruz in 2020. Juni's Cruz is named for her and for that coastal community. Cruz is Spanish for cross — a crossroads. Where a mother's dream meets her daughter's future. We have always believed that where you are planted is not an accident.
Juni won't remember the years before the cafe. To her, this place will have always existed. That's the whole point.
The valley that fed this family as workers is now the valley that feeds this business as owners. Same earth. Different hands. Same love for what grows here.
This business exists because a woman named Donna — Chasity's mom and Juniper's grandma — used everything she had saved to bring her family home. She did it while fighting her second battle with cancer. We open every morning for her.