My countertops are a breeding ground. No matter how often I put it all away, it comes right back. AND spreads itself around... as if mocking my attempt and letting me know there is never any real "win" in this situation until children leave home.
Which isn't really a "win," either.
Good thing our house is lived in and loved and a breeding ground for other things, too. Like hopes and dreams and faith and miracles and encouragement and life lived full.