Wood anemones are flowering enough to see from a passing bike. Chiffchaffs are singing in Warwickshire (well a couple anyway). There are celandines everywhere, except, oddly, my favourite bit of roadside verge, which had nary a flower - presumably all over by now.
Lots of cyclists in shorts, though no-one else in sandals yet.
Yesterday we walked through a veritable carpet of primroses in Packwood churchyard. Also I encountered my first wasp, which seemed fascinated by my glasses. It seemed prudent to remove the spectacles so that I could watch the insect at arm's length, even if it was rather blurred.