My father was an infamous planter of trees. He never started any by seed but bought saplings from nurseries. He planted thousands of flowers by seed but never a tree. Once a year or every other year fifty saplings would show up and he'd get to work, planting a tree anywhere he thought would be nice, peoples yards, empty lots, the park and nature preserves. He did all of this under the cover of night, fueled by whimsy and malt liquor with permission never asked or granted. The cops came by to tell him to cut it out, people aren't allowed to plant trees on public land or something but knowing it was him and proving it was evidently a crime that they weren't ready to assign a detective over. He never did cut it out. Anyway, I'm sure pops would tell you to quit screwing around with seeds and carefully pick a few saplings of trees that you love.