I love this little acre or so of “farmland” located in the middle of suburban Cranford, New Jersey. Established in 1904, Dryer Farm no longer belongs in any obvious way to the now built-up environment that was built up around it. The family runs a market onsite, selling fresh produce, flowers, and Christmas trees. The out of place, miniaturized nature of this little farm is what lends it its special charm. Foucault might have called it a heterotopia (a space defined through its otherness).