When I moved to Rosenberg 30 years ago, it was a wonderful, quiet town.
Working in Houston, I would drive home each day, crossing the Brazos River, and breathe a sigh of relief.
I was through with the big city for one more day.. The large grassy median between both sides of the freeway was covered with wild flowers.
Cows grazed in the pastures, and hay and cotton fields surrounded our small town.
Now, big city is getting closer and closer. Our eternal freeway is the noise.
Chickens and cows remind us of simple country life.
We need to lighten up and thank God we are not living in Houston, where every small thing is regulated. Waking up to a rooster crowing reminds us to be thankful for one more day.
In Rosenberg, we can still count on neighbors in time of need, walk our streets safely, and drive thru our town in the evenings without getting strangled by traffic, enjoy music in the downtown parks, visit with local police.
Be thankful we live in Rosenberg. With more and more regulations, it may not be a small town any longer.
Julie Heath, Rosenberg