So yeah, I mean, I don't have an exact date on it, but it was at this point it was definitely

post harvest spring forward has like completely messed me up with that.

Yeah, but it's like it was it was around that time and so I you know I backed my

ox up into the cart and I started loading the cart up with everything that my family

and I had sort of grown and made all winter long the birch brooms that my son had carved

with a bar alone knife.

The flax that my wife had spun on the spinning wheel into linen, the potatoes, but first

of course I sorted out potatoes enough to last me the winter and to seed the following

spring.

And then I walked at my ox's head for 10 days until I'd reach ports with and ports with

market and there I peddled my wares and sold until my pockets were fat with coins went

to the market to purchase items for my family so that we could better prepare ourselves

for the following market year.

And I got and you know this obviously haze, but I got an embroidery needle that had sailed

over on a ship from England.

Mm hmm.

Of course I got another bar alone and I saw it for my son.

Yeah.

That was my suggestion because what I wanted to tell your son about that other knife.

Yeah.

Bish, that's not a bar alone knife.

Well, yes.

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