A pair of wooden garden chairs and an iron bench sat near a small garden below.
- It was mid-March, and the trees were still bare, but spring should begin to arrive any day now.
Would the garden come back to life, or would something new need to be planted there? Straws of golden light from an Appalachian sunset stretched above the trees into a peach and purple sky. She drank in its beauty. However, Mary had one burning concern; the boiler had barely survived the winter and the news the heating technician had given her during the heater maintenance was not encouraging. Her heating and cooling system was not what it used to be but repair here and there had seemed to do the trick and she had gotten by pretty well. She had no reason to doubt the HVAC specialist since it was the same home service company she had contacted for over eight years. All the HVAC servicemen knew her by name. Part of her had always felt like the electric HVAC was invincible. It was the only thing that had not changed in the past two years. Even though her quaint cottage had just been renovated, it looked new. Mary had maintained the heating equipment despite the heating contractor telling her otherwise. It was now time to purchase the electric heating system they had insisted she buys back then. Mary didn’t like the idea of one more piece of her old life being taken away. A new heat pump installation was the final draw. Still, she had to look at the HVAC products for sale. Her old electric heat pump may have been a tad bit noisy than your regular heater but she didn’t care. She regularly replaced the HEPA filter and implemented the energy-saving tips and that was enough. It also utilized old heating technology which had been okay until now, when it decided to break down on her.