To Everything a Season is a beautifully crafted personal and reflective account of many years of the changing seasons, from autumn to autumn, in and around a village on the edge of the Cambridge Fenland. It is an uplifting reflection about what was, what is, what will be. It is about the miracle of the rich gift of life. It is also about death, loss, and the rebirth of the old into something rich and strange.
But it is also a book suffused with a gentle humor, with a deep love and sympathy for our fellow creatures. Charles Moseley tackles what we have done to the world of which we are not owners or masters but stewards, not only for our children but for the whole web of life on which everything depends.
This was a classic, I saw this in a book shop, and I just had to buy it! After reading the blurb on this book, I just knew that I had to read it. Having grown up in the Cambridgeshire Fens, which is the setting for this book, I wanted to relive some of my childhood through the eyes and words of a Cambridge professor. The author writes about his life in the small village of Reach in the edge of the Fens near Cambridge, and his recollections of the past sixty years of living there are so well written. It is easy to spot that he is a Cambridge don, but at the same time still reminiscent of his roots. This book was written in a flowing, easy to read and engaging style and I really felt part of the small community, particularly when he described how the community came together in times of isolation and need. His love of the English language shown through in this book, as strongly as his love of the Fens and its people. Truly, a delight. After reading this book, we even took a detour on a family bike ride to visit the village of Reach, where this book is predominantly set.