text_original: Sometimes it is mild and sunny and sweet with the scent of newly turned earth; or it may be bitingly cold, and very bleak in the exposed parts, with a shivery ness even in the valleys. You just take your chance, sure, at least, of fresh air, peace—and the birds.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES IT IS MILD AND SUNNY AND SWEET WITH THE SCENT OF NEWLY TURNED EARTH OR IT MAY BE BITINGLY COLD AND VERY BLEAK IN THE EXPOSED PARTS WITH A SHIVERINESS EVEN IN THE VALLEYS YOU JUST TAKE YOUR CHANCE SURE AT LEAST OF FRESH AIR PEACE AND THE BIRDS
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪɾ ɪz mˈaɪld ænd sˈʌni ænd swˈiːt wɪððə sˈɛnt ʌv nˈuːli tˈɜːnd ˈɜːθ; ɔːɹ ɪt mˈeɪ biː bˈaɪɾɪŋli kˈoʊld, ænd vˈɛɹi blˈiːk ɪnðɪ ɛkspˈoʊzd pˈɑːɹts, wɪð ɐ ʃˈɪvɚɹi nˈɛs ˈiːvən ɪnðə vˈælɪz. juː dʒˈʌst tˈeɪk jʊɹ tʃˈæns, ʃˈʊɹ, æt lˈiːst, ʌv fɹˈɛʃ ˈɛɹ, pˈiːs—ænd ðə bˈɜːdz.