
Byrd Baylors 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 Years 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, its not a bad party.


