Yesterday saw me scrubbing the kitchen for several hours--as the Composer pointed out, once you start getting in all the crevices, there is really no end to the amount of grime you can find.
Regardless, I put forth my best effort and brought most of the kitchen to a high state of polish. After I finish cleaning a room I like to mark the achievement with something pretty. In the kitchen I used a blue-painted bucket filled with an armful of bluestem grass that Giles cut in the pasture. Lovely against the white wall.