It was the early to mid something-hundreds, a vaguely Victorian era, when three unlikely characters happened upon one another.

And then they happened upon a garden.

The garden had clearly seen better days, its flowers wilting, its greenery not so green. It had bristles and brustles and brush, all tangled and thorn-ed, and ghostly apparitions were known to haunt the garden’s remains.

But this did not deter the three unlikely characters. Rather, they found it all very curious! And VERY compelling. They decided to make a home among the ghosts of the garden and see what they might grow.

Legend has it that the powdered-haired lady of the bunch couldn’t grow a damn thing, and so she wept…and her many tears fell upon crumbs dropped by the Abe Lincoln-looking member of the trio, whose sprouted toast contained quite a few seeds… and finally, the one with the fabulous cravat spotted a tiny green hand reaching up from the tear-wetted soil. He waved to it, and it waved back, so vigorously that it waved an entire International Rose Test Garden with a giant ampitheater and public restrooms into existence!

And when the garden was fully grown, our 3 unlikely characters decided….

It was time to have a party.

It’s a concert BTW.