So far this morning, I've exercised (yay) and dropped off what I imagine to be a quarter of a cubic yard of lawn clippings at this one farm vaguely in my neighborhood (also yay, I guess). They charge me to drop off my yard waste, they let it sit in a big pile and decompose, and then they charge somebody else to take it away. Man, I've gotta learn their secret.
Following this train of thought, I've considered buying or building some compost bins. You know, normal birthday stuff.