impingements

Updated: May 14, 2025

Spicy odors floated from the kitchen of Mrs. Owen's house on Waupegan. The August afternoon sun struck goldenly upon battalions of glasses and jars in the broad, screened veranda, an extension of the kitchen itself. Only the most jaded appetite could linger without sharp impingements before these condensations and transformations of the kindly fruits of the earth. In Mrs.

Meredith Nicholson - A Hoosier Chronicle