Seeds are generally planted because of need or insecurity. However, it wasn't the immediate lack of food, nor -- I think -- psychological inadequacies that has led me to plant mine. I simply couldn't bring myself to discard a perfectly good seed. So germinate, I did!
To date, my seedling has unfurled big, slightly furry leaves. Its roots love loose, dry soil, and its stem seems deterimed to sit as proper as Mr Darcy on horseback. This, despite not having a green thumb. Perhaps urban farming is a case of nurture, not nature.