On one of our first days in the house I experienced a moment of such calm, grace and simple beauty that all the sanding, moving, scrubbing and the long list of "still-to-do" chores seemed very worthwhile.
After a long day of getting filthy and dusty working on the house, Martin drew me a bath in our newly uncovered deep tub. I had earlier placed one of these roses from the garden on the window sill, and as these are very old rose bushes the flowers all have that wonderful deep almost sweet fragrance to them that I associate with summer spent trying to make perfume in ice cream pails with Kate in our respective backyards. And as I got into that tub and looked up at the blue tiles (some of them peeling after the surround removal adventures) and breathed in that rose, I felt absolutely certain that we had made the right choice in buying this house.
I could still see the peeling up nasty ancient vinyl tile on the floors of the bathroom, the walls that desparately need paint, the paint cracking on the window ledge and the crumbling wall behind the tub that had been hidden by the surround, but all that faded into the background and I could see the small moments of peace and beauty that we had already brought to our home and it just felt right.