text_original: Incense there is in abundance. The warm resinous odour of the larches is always abroad; mountain ash trees load the air with scent in the late spring, and are ablaze with crimson in August. Two or three lichen covered, twisted old apple trees hang out bunches of pale green mistletoe, for all to see during the winter months, and then surprise one with a bride like flush of white and pink in the spring.
text_transcription: INCENSE THERE IS IN ABUNDANCE THE WARM RESINOUS ODOR OF THE LARCHES IS ALWAYS ABROAD MOUNTAIN ASH TREES LOAD THE AIR WITH SCENT IN THE LATE SPRING AND ARE ABLAZE WITH CRIMSON IN AUGUST TWO OR THREE LICHEN COVERED TWISTED OLD APPLE TREES HANG OUT BUNCHES OF PALE GREEN MISTLETOE FOR ALL TO SEE DURING THE WINTER MONTHS AND THEN SURPRISE ONE WITH A BRIDE LIKE FLUSH OF WHITE AND PINK IN THE SPRING
phonemes: ˈɪnsɛns ðɛɹ ɪz ɪn ɐbˈʌndəns. ðə wˈɔːɹm ɹᵻsˈɪnəs ˈoʊdɚɹ ʌvðə lˈɑːɹtʃᵻz ɪz ˈɔːlweɪz ɐbɹˈɔːd; mˈaʊntɪn ˈæʃ tɹˈiːz lˈoʊd ðɪ ˈɛɹ wɪð sˈɛnt ɪnðə lˈeɪt spɹˈɪŋ, ænd ɑːɹ ɐblˈeɪz wɪð kɹˈɪmsən ɪn ˈɔːɡəst. tˈuː ɔːɹ θɹˈiː lˈaɪkən kˈʌvɚd, twˈɪstᵻd ˈoʊld ˈæpəl tɹˈiːz hˈæŋ ˈaʊt bˈʌntʃᵻz ʌv pˈeɪl ɡɹˈiːn mˈɪsəltˌoʊ, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl tə sˈiː dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðə wˈɪntɚ mˈʌnθs, ænd ðˈɛn sɚpɹˈaɪz wˈʌn wɪð ɐ bɹˈaɪd lˈaɪk flˈʌʃ ʌv wˈaɪt ænd pˈɪŋk ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ.