Ducks certainly are strange birds. We rarely take them seriously. They’re often the target of humor. They also appear in many of our idiomatic phrases. You can be as happy as a duck in Arizona or take to drink like a duck to water. In the 1950s the duck tail was popular in men’s hairstyling, or if you’re vulnerable you’re a sitting duck. You might be immune to criticism and reject insults like water off a duck’s back. In planning our futures we might wait to get all of our ducks in a row.
I decided to tweak that last saying by having my ducks in a column. You might think of the ducks in this blog “column” or the alignment of them on this page. Today I feature three ceramic depictions of ducks as planters.
A lavender-tan duck of unknown manufacture is a good base for a tri-color array of flowers within a structure of greenery.
Sometimes I come across pottery that has tiny spots of interior paint spattered accidentally on it. During the cleanup, I scrape each dot off with a thumbnail. Such was the case with the mallard planter. This beautifully glazed pot is the home for a variety of greenery.
The mallard teevee lamp has been featured in an earlier Floral Friday. This time, I removed the artificial plant elements, gave them a good cleaning, then reinstalled them and added some extra evergreens. I then positioned the lamp onto a different shelf.
Now, aren’t these planters just ducky?
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes the nineteenth century “Hoosier Poet” James Whitcomb Riley in what might be the birth of an idiom. “When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.”