Gorgeous WWOOFer turns up, poor scorched ferns are retired

Tim the Tall. He is a WWOOFer I declined, as I already had a full house of guests. I asked him over for dinner anyway, and he ended up staying the night. I remember being a young world traveler, new to a city and friendless, and just how lonely it was to even think about sleeping in the park.
The next morning, clever, hardworking Tim offered to transplant my poor scorched ferns to the shady back garden, making way for the edible Japanese doorstep garden I am planning.

WWOOFers are wonderful. No matter how small your 'organic farm', even if just a balcony, even if you only have a couch for them to stay on, being a WWOOF host can make life like a box of chocolates, for everybody