...the finest thing about two years working and

one year living at Hyde Farms was feeding the bull expired apples from the farm store at the end of the day.  In Tolkien's words: "apples, the last of the winter store, wrinkled but sound and sweet."  Readers will forgive me for comparing them to the Angus bull - but they're also chieftains.  Iow confidence is appreciated, hesitance insults trust and fortune favors the bold.