On New Year’s Day, we sat on the porch of the cafe at the Mount St. Benedict Monastery and played telephone until our tea was ready.
We start with one word
and by the time it makes its journey around the whole circle,
no matter how carefully we listen,
the words we whisper
are never the same coming out as they were going in.
jumping off the hamster wheel 
You must be very good whisperers! I love the photos here with the thought. So far in my house there is no such thing as a whisper making this game sort of futile! Someday!
You and your sweeties will be playing telephone before you know it. And you never know, they may surprise you if you try it today!
love it…the facial expressions are priceless
Hi dears,
Those listening faces! What an intense concentration!
The next time I will be part of it!! Easter?
Un Bon aña pa bosotur!!
Joyce
yes, you and Oma should have been there! Next time you will be on the porch with us!
Happy New Year, Joyce!
Harper keeps asking to see Nicole. We are all so deathly ill I will spare your family the germs!