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Summer inevitably draws to a close, but the thoughtfully planned flower garden blazes on. Many late-season perennials just can’t stop giving, animated by flowering grasses swaying to autumn’s nascent tunes.

I hanker for excess at this time of the year, to fortify myself against winter’s onslaught. I crave plants with tireless flower power or an unexpected second coming, magicked by

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