The last time I lived in town, on a small lot among many other small lots, I quickly became known as the one who wanted everyone's yard trash! Especially firewood (we had a woodstove!), sticks and branches, and fallen leaves. The sticks I would lay down in my trenched in garden paths, along with cardboard, leaves, grass, whatever, and then turn the bed over onto the adjacent path every few years, adding in compost if possible. The leaves became a huge pile which would be dipped into whenever needed for mulching, and the oldest of them rubbed through a coarse screen to make soil amendment.