In my neighbourhood...

...there is a plum tree that produces scores of red plums every year. I've been collecting the stones of those fruits that fall onto the footpath and planting them into a purpose-made bed, then once they've grown into plum-seedlings, planting them out and about in the neighbourhood to ensure supply.
Yesterday, the new owners of the tree cut it down, unceremoniously.
But they are too late. The off-spring have bolted and are growing apace nearby. If we are quick, we prevail. If we are too slow, we are filled with regret.

Ha!