As you walk up to the white picket fence, you gaze up at the home of Jasey Andersen. You note the scent of freshly cut grass mixed with a light tinge of sweetness. Upon opening the gate, you find two lilac bushes on either side of the gate entrance. You walk up to the house via a brick walkway lined with blue violets. Looking up from the violets, you see a beautiful quaint two-story house. The home has brick laid bottom with a pale blue-violet painted wood siding. The porch is white and has a swing off to the right side. The pale lavender door is opened and the sound of lite 40s-styled jazz swims through the screened door. It is a nice little beat and is accompanied by the airy voice of a woman. She's slightly off-beat but immediately you sense that she does not care and will keep on singing if miffed by it. You hesitate to interrupt this sweet picture but you feel you need to meet this woman who obviously loves the shade of blue and jazz. You put your hand up to knock on the door trim which is the color of the sun on a bright day..