i.m. Rosemary Dobson 1920-2012                                                  In limitless gardens we plant whatever we like; transient as our flowers’ exotic smells and colours, we seek attention just as much as anyone else. Everything is under control, or so we think, though quickly gone. We continue like this until we happen upon a great stone thrust up from the heart of the earth. Its presence, far too powerful, draws us into its orbit. Shocked, we find we compare our worth with the shape of a mighty rock. Even the trees and distant hills take their bearings from it, aligned with a power that endures when…