A Tiny Amber Shell

I stepped out onto the sunlit balcony to see what the midday breeze had carried in. Resting right on the dark, damp soil of the potted marigolds, a translucent dried physalis husk was trapped beneath a leafy stalk? I paused for three patient breaths, holding my little broom upright. Step by step, I tapped the papery orange lantern with my bristles. Rustle! It broke free from the tangle, tumbling smoothly across the soil like a tiny hollow cage. Right in its center, a round orange berry glowed brightly in the noon sun? It rests quite politely now, keeping quiet watch over the bright blossoms.