Being halfway or more through May, I would normally expect to see more going on in the garden. This is clearly a weird year.
With most of my shrubs preparing for their third year since planting, this should be when the real displays begin. And likely they will, but the oddly late onset of spring (after two weeks of it in February) have much in a state of confusion.
I enjoy talk of “berries” because at this point many of the roses really do show their shared ancestry with their fruity cousins.