text_original: So I made for the pink rhododendron, that was suffering badly; being evergreen, its large rosettes of leaves, surrounding each flower bud of the future, had caught and held great masses of snow; the lower branches were literally buried beneath the heavy drifts.
text_transcription: SO I MADE FOR THE PINK RHODODENDRON THAT WAS SUFFERING BADLY BEING EVERGREEN ITS LARGE ROSETTES OF LEAVES SURROUNDING EACH FLOWER BUD OF THE FUTURE HAD CAUGHT AND HELD GREAT MASSES OF SNOW THE LOWER BRANCHES WERE LITERALLY BURIED BENEATH THE HEAVY DRIFTS
phonemes: sˌoʊ aɪ mˌeɪd fɚðə pˈɪŋk ɹˌoʊdədˈɛndɹən, ðæt wʌz sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ bˈædli; bˌiːɪŋ ˈɛvɚɡɹˌiːn, ɪts lˈɑːɹdʒ ɹoʊzˈɛts ʌv lˈiːvz, sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ ˈiːtʃ flˈaʊɚ bˈʌd ʌvðə fjˈuːtʃɚ, hæd kˈɔːt ænd hˈɛld ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæsᵻz ʌv snˈoʊ; ðə lˈoʊɚ bɹˈæntʃᵻz wɜː lˈɪɾɚɹəli bˈɛɹid bᵻnˌiːθ ðə hˈɛvi dɹˈɪfts.