One can never fix the precise moment when the rosy tint the field has from the wild almond passes into the inspiring blue of lupines.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin
There were miles of yellow and red poppies, leagues of lupines that painted the gently rounded hills with soft primary hues, and long continuous slopes, like low mountain systems, of daisies and dandelions.
"Susy, A Story of the Plains"
Bret Harte
The straggling line of corral, the crumbling wall of the old garden, the outlying chapel, and even the brown walls of the casa itself, were half sunken in the tall racemes of crowding lupines, until from the distance they seemed to be slowly settling in the profundity of a dark-blue sea.
"Susy, A Story of the Plains"
Bret Harte