That's the kind of relationship I have with the orange day lilies that live in our yard. Fifty or so weeks out of the year, I hate them. They are bushy and weedy and droopy. They spread like crazy and are hard to dig up.
Then there's the two magnificent weeks a year that they bloom. That's when they take their turns smiling up at the blue sky and sway in the warm breeze. Dagnabit, they always talk me back into falling in love.