I was told of by grandpa for cutting off how lupins to give me mum (maybe I pulled them off, as aged 3). I was shocked into standing still and silent, as grandpa was the kindest man ever. Mum came out of one door, grannie out the other. Gran shouted at him "don't shout at that child, ever, it's only flowers'. Grandpa instantly hugged me, and talked to me about his love of lupins, told me they weren't like the daisies on the lawn, wouldn't grow again. I love lupins. Mine have been good this year. I grow them in pots, as they disappear in my garden.