I am quite proud of the above post title - slightly reminiscent of Shakespeare's "Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore", though I was not, of course, planning to emulate the sound of breaking surf.
Some have thought though that Shakespeare was acknowledging Ovid who in Metamorphosis XV wrote:
sed ut unda inpellitur urgeturque prior veniente urgetque priorem
Anyway, enough of that. The other day a male bullfinch perched by Wbx and, I am sure, flew over the window box.
A somewhat misty picture as it was taken through our not-recently-cleaned sitting room window.
These beautiful little birds pass through our garden once or twice a year searching for seeds and buds. Sadly they are now of the RSPB's Red List - the highest conservation priority, with species needing urgent action. To quote from Shakespeare's sonnets once again:
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die
So, on to the second part of my title, the vetch mulch. This is simply that I took the quarter pound of hairy tare I gathered from Wbx the other day, dried it and crumbled it as a light mulch over the upper surface of the box, brushing it down to soil level between the plants. By such actions I hope to build up the shrinking soil a bit, or at least to stop it declining so rapidly.