The wood by the stream in the Cotwall End LNR had impressive patches of wild garlic flowering.
The bluebells (just visible in the picture below) also looked as if they had been a sight to see, but were almost over by the time of my visit.
Acers are at their most spectacular in the autumn, when the leaves turn into far more vivid shades than any native deciduous tree. But even the new leaves of spring are exotic in their shades of green, as seen in this picture of the sunlight shining through the acer in front of the Tea Rooms in West Park.
This tiny water snail was well above the level of the river Worfe which the iris was growing alongside.
An untended front garden seemed to be overwhelmed with dandelions.
Broom flowering, and turning the ends of its twigs into an explosion of yellow. It was sending insects wild on a hot morning.
Views in the Marsh Lane LNR. Above, a pool in the carr, and below, the river Blythe as seen from Packhorse Bridge.
The bridge itself, which dates back to the middle ages, when a laden mule or horse was the normal form of overland transport for goods.
This reed-fringed pool is on the edge of the reserve north of the river.