About a month ago I was preparing my garden for the summer at my mom’s house where I live with her, her brother, her 17 year old dog and my 15 year old dog (who passed away last week.) While working in the garden I found a large deposit of raw clay. I removed some of it, processed it, and now am beginning to work with it. This is a new material in my investigation of this house and the relationships within it. This new material points past the five of us who live(d) here now making me wonder about care as it relates to the history of the land on which this physical home sits.