Black(berry) Gold
The smell of sun-warmed eucalyptus, a nip of fog still in the air.
Nicker greetings await up the drive
And I'm surrounded by all the berries I can eat.
Holy summer.
The smell of sun-warmed eucalyptus, a nip of fog still in the air.
Nicker greetings await up the drive
And I'm surrounded by all the berries I can eat.
Holy summer.