This album was recorded in a sheep barn during lambing season. You cannot hear sheep on it. You can hear Adrien LaPierre play sweet bass and piano, and sing like a coyote. Or a bird or something. You can hear Megan May's ethereal violin, banjo, and dirty thirties vocals. You can hear Dave (no last name) hit a wooden drum thingy at various pleasant speeds. You can hear Uncle Brad droning on and on about all the problems in the world while he plays that old guitar, the one that the dog broke at the picnic. You cannot hear the sheep. This album has been finely hand-crafted by a whole slew of pseudo-professional-type people, in the interests of brevity and under the premise that a few people, at least, enjoy thinking about things from a different perspective. This album makes a great gift for hippies, ex-punk rockers, social workers, teachers, librarians, farmers, teenagers, landscapers, tree planters, and medical insurance administrators. Also, if there is a racist/sexist/homophobe/conservative in your family, and you're sick of his crap and really want to piss him off, try giving him a copy of 'Garden' for Christmas. Satisfaction guaranteed.