A market of farmers bring me lupine

One of my unsuccessful hobbies in Indiana was trying to grow lupine in my garden.  I'd plant it every year, but it wouldn't bloom and then it'd die.

My neighbor in NY has it growing in her front yard and I thought, hmm, NY does seem to be a better climate.

Cynderballs took me to the farmer's market and I found lupine for dirt cheap.  I now have a new bad habit that I already know I need therapy for.  The farmer's market is a Bryan dream come true.  It's like a European market of fresh food, vegetables, breads and knick knacks.  I don't have money for such frolic, but I did have $5 for two lupine plants.  Wish me luck to establish a field like this.