We finally got rain Sunday after nearly three weeks without. It's been a relief these past two days not to have to do morning rounds in the garden, lugging buckets of water to the thirstiest plants. As I do every year, I made the mistake of continuing to transplant shrubs well into May. I vow each year to stop transplanting by the end of April, but there's always just one more. That craving for more that never quite goes away. I tell myself to look out at what's in the garden and simply appreciate, not focus on what's missing. The last few days I've been appreciating white phlox "David." Pure white, visited by the ruby-throated hummingbird, which also appreciates the monarda nearby. So do the bees - I see now why the common name is "bee balm."