Tuesday, July 10, 2012


Indigo, a colour to dive into and get lost in, a deep shade somewhere between purple and blue. No wonder hippies and kings embrace it.

Indigo Girls

Tom Robbins
“Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.” (source  http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/indigo)
― Tom RobbinsJitterbug Perfume

Playing along with Sister Sun's exploration into the world of colour.

My children wanted to know what the colour indigo was so I Googled some images to show them. We were thoroughly taken in by this mushroom that resembles the Saffron Milk Caps, Lactarius deliciosus, that we find in the pine plantations around here. Our mushrooms ooze orange but these Lactarius indigo ooze a deep indigo blue. Incredibly, they are safe to eat, although the flavour is not highly regarded.

The underside of a circular mushroom cap, showing closely spaced blue lines radiating from the central stem. The light blue mushroom stem is broken, and its torn flesh is colored a dark blue. In the background can be seen trees, mosses, and leaves of a forest.

About two dozen blue mushroom of varying sizes on a plate.


  1. Kirsty you photos are just lovely. I couldn't think of many indigo ones that I had around the place. Don't you just love the car! cheers Wendy

    1. I struggled a little with indigo too, although I'm seeing more of it around our house the more I look. Love a good vintage car rally and all the kooky characters that go.

  2. So much indigo in Indonesia. Did you know indigo comes from a plant. Only selected women are allowed to produce the dye. It is considered sacred. You can tell the dyers in the villagers. Their hands are stained a deep blue.

  3. I did know that it came from a plant, there is even an Australian one, Austral Indigo, which we grew at the Bushbank. How interesting to hear about the Indonesian women.


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Margaret Atwood

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And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
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