Mary Shaw-RimmingtonThe Children in the apple treeMost people I know are familiar with the next-to-last stanza of T.S.Elliot’s Little Gidding, the last of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. It’s…Apr 5, 2018Apr 5, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonHappy St. Patrick’s DayToday, if she were still alive would be my mother’s 99th birthday — imagine that!Mar 17, 2018Mar 17, 2018
Mary Shaw-Rimmington“and ah, bright wings”The diminutive indicators of spring are just beginning to appear here. They are tiny and emerge along the muddy paths and driveway, so…Feb 28, 2018Feb 28, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonA Valentine’s Day poem for the other loversI have to admit that I have never been a fan of Valentine’s Day beginning in grade school when we were told to send cards to everyone in…Feb 14, 2018Feb 14, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonA spoon hangs in DeiaOur first morning in Deia, the breathtakingly beautiful village perched above the Mediterranean on the northwest side of Mallorca, we found…Feb 12, 2018Feb 12, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonFebruary, inside and outA person could get visual whiplash these days, if there is such a thing.Feb 4, 2018Feb 4, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonThese tiles are called Azulejo in both Portuguese and Spanish.It took three bloody years,Feb 2, 2018Feb 2, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonLet’s have more of this!It’s cold here these days and the colour palette is limited to whites, greys, and a few subdued browns with the occasional flash of…Jan 30, 2018Jan 30, 2018
Mary Shaw-RimmingtonThe old village of Deia on the Northwest coast of Mallorca is perched in a ravine at the foot of…All the buildings are built of the pale honey coloured limestone and crowd together, along the road from Palma to the north along the coast…Jan 30, 2018Jan 30, 2018
