A young Lakota girl climbed a small tree in the Rapid City park where we played with our grand daughters. The tree-climber filled a white bucket with the hanging tassles of what I confirmed later was a kind of ash tree unfamiliar to me.
I assumed I could figure out what her purpose might be, but I’ve failed so far to do so.
The tiny seeds seem hardly worth the effort to husk and eat. Maybe they use them ceremonially or for some kind of ornamentation.I guess I’ll never know.