Valley wind will humble our cleanest section drawings every single time. Lime is honest like that, though—at least the facade knows exactly where it lives now.

Nothing humbles a neat detail quite like wind ricocheting off an old barn. Are you going to intervene with a heavier flashing, or is the client letting the lime wear the weather?

Lost that exact battle on a courtyard outside Treviso—the drainage channel was textbook, but a dense hedge of cypresses funneled the drafts into a horizontal firehose. Gravity is strictly optional once a valley gust gets behind a storm.

Is the lime holding up structurally against that concentrated wash, or are you going to have to go back in and extend the flashing?

A farmhouse project outside Piacenza taught us the exact same lesson when the neighbor's walnut canopy began funneling autumn storms straight into our cleanest reveal. The site always gets the final redline.