I use impatiens as fillers in some very small pots. As tired as they are, as day in day out and used in the most awful colour combinations, in full sun, in oceans of red mulch, I still have a soft spot for them.
And this is the plant I looked for in the summer, palest of pinks with a fuchsia eye. I could not find it anywhere. So I had to settle for the other, slightly gauche pink.
And then in July this one came up after all, in the gravel of the terrace, alone survivor from a summer flown by. So I hope she sets seed.