text_original: The whole of the garden being on a steeply sloping hillside, the earth has to be propped up at intervals by these lovely little ranks of natural rockery, planted by Nature with hart's tongue and a variety of other little ferns, with mother of millions and creeping ivy, with stone crop and house leeks. How _do_ the things get there? How do they plant themselves? Isn't it marvellous this unending gardening of Nature!
text_transcription: THE WHOLE OF THE GARDEN BEING ON A STEEPLY SLOPING HILLSIDE THE EARTH HAS TO BE PROPPED UP AT INTERVALS BY THESE LOVELY LITTLE RANKS OF NATURAL ROCKERY PLANTED BY NATURE WITH HEART'S TONGUE AND A VARIETY OF OTHER LITTLE FERNS WITH MOTHER OF MILLIONS AND CREEPING IVY WITH STONE CROP AND HOUSE LEAKS HOW DO THE THINGS GET THERE HOW DO THEY PLANT THEMSELVES ISN'T IT MARVELOUS THIS UNENDING GARDENING OF NATURE
phonemes: ðə hˈoʊl ʌvðə ɡˈɑːɹdən bˌiːɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ stˈiːpli slˈoʊpɪŋ hˈɪlsaɪd, ðɪ ˈɜːθ hɐz təbi pɹˈɑːpt ˌʌp æɾ ˈɪntɚvəlz baɪ ðiːz lˈʌvli lˈɪɾəl ɹˈæŋks ʌv nˈætʃɚɹəl ɹˈɑːkɚɹi, plˈæntᵻd baɪ nˈeɪtʃɚ wɪð hˈɑːɹts tˈʌŋ ænd ɐ vɚɹˈaɪəɾi ʌv ˈʌðɚ lˈɪɾəl fˈɜːnz, wɪð mˈʌðɚɹ ʌv mˈɪliənz ænd kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˈaɪvi, wɪð stˈoʊn kɹˈɑːp ænd hˈaʊs lˈiːks. hˌaʊ dˈuː ðə θˈɪŋz ɡɛt ðˈɛɹ? hˌaʊ dˈuː ðeɪ plˈænt ðɛmsˈɛlvz? ˌɪzənt ɪt mˈɑːɹvələs ðɪs ˌʌnˈɛndɪŋ ɡˈɑːɹdənɪŋ ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ!