I'll have my hand up at the hive entrance where I can feel the wind beneath their tiny wings as the bees bring in pollen and nectar. Some stop to rest on me and adjust their pollen or simply to catch their breath. The feeling of the whir as they touch down on me is soothing in the way petting a cat or dog is. There's something precious about the mutual trust that builds between us. It has to be experienced; words fall short of capturing the essence in the same way they do when you try describing a sunset. You just have to be there to fully understand.
I have a spot in the weeds that is flattened next the hive. It looks like the ground looks where a deer or elk has made a resting area for the night near a creek where the willows rise high. Pictured below is a bee resting on a weed near the entrance to the hive. This is a semi-common sight as I observe the in and out of the bees flight patterns. They never rest on the flights going out of the hive, but they do on the incoming flights.