A frizzy, yellow-haired bird told me that there was no way my impatiens were going to grow as dry as it's been this summer.
Ahem.
Exhibit A.
All I had to do was spit on them regularly as I walked by doing more important things and voila! Impatiens.
Actually it rained. But whatever. Look at my impatiens, bird!
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