Byrd Baylor's text captures and shares some of the special experiences in the Southwest desert country that have inaugurated her private celebrations: The Time of Falling Stars, in the middle of August, when every time a streak of light goes shooting through the darkness, I feel my heart shoot out of me; Rainbow Celebration Day, marking the time she and a jackrabbit stood together watching a triple-rainbow over a canyon; and the real New Year's Day (January first is just another winter day), the day spring begins. I celebrate with horned toads and ravens and lizards and quail.And, Friend, it's not a bad party.