When I retired, my wife Peg said "Great! You'll have time to clean the garage!" After 30 years' 1 as director of a radio station, I would finally have more time for housework, but I worried I'd lose the sense of 2 I had felt in my profession.
I pushed at the garage's wooden doors, but they were as 3 as I felt in this new stage of my life. I finally got the doors open and started to empty the shelves. Then my hand hit something 4. It was a common old metal can. I 5 the cover and found a 6 envelope with a postmark of May 13, 1940 inside. 7, I opened it and found some flower seeds in it, " Eighty years old! I wonder if they'll still grow. "
I 8 the seeds in a plastic pot. I checked it every day, but nothing happened. "I guess they're just too 9 to be any good, " I told Peg in 10. I picked up the pot to get rid of it, but something made me 11. I changed my mind and set it aside. Meanwhile, I was keeping 12, buying some books to improve my photography skills and teaching my granddaughters everything I knew about gardening and dogs.
Six weeks later, I was out in the yard when I 13 to notice the pot. A new bit of green--a leaf had 14. I proudly showed it off to my granddaughters. "Look, girls, even something this old can still 15 for its purpose and be pretty cool. Just like your grand- papa!"
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