Sometimes I lie awake and imagine what it would be like if I could magically turn all the grass clippings into something valuable, like...say...MONEY! Perhaps I could invent a machine that compresses them into bricks strong enough to build a wall. Or make grass clipping wine...nah. Hey! What about selling them by the pound for futon filling? Alas, all they will ever be good for is creating a pile of stinking festering garbage. Unless???