I have spent three hours cleaning this stove top with non-scratching cleaner and a sponge. It now looks like a white stove that's seen some hard times, just as it did it did about a year ago, as opposed to a yellow stove that's had the utility beaten out of it, which is what it's looked like since I got back from tour in January.
This is starting to be true of this entire house. It looks cluttered and in need of leaning. But it no longer looks like the people who live in it gave up.
Even the plants which managed to thrive, despite my notoriously grey thumb, until last fall but which withered to the borders of death this winter, are starting to look like plants again.
None of this is metaphor.