text_original: Where the big fir trees throw a shadow, and the sun only touches the grass when it is getting round to the west, foxgloves send up shafts of colour and the pale blue spiked veronica carpets the ground.
text_transcription: WHERE THE BIG FIR TREES THROW A SHADOW AND THE SUN ONLY TOUCHES THE GRASS WHEN IT IS GETTING ROUND TO THE WEST FOXGLOVES SEND UP SHAFTS OF COLOR AND THE PALE BLUE SPIKED VERONICA CARPETS THE GROUND
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə bˈɪɡ fˈɜː tɹˈiːz θɹˈoʊ ɐ ʃˈædoʊ, ænd ðə sˈʌn ˈoʊnli tˈʌtʃᵻz ðə ɡɹˈæs wɛn ɪɾ ɪz ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd tə ðə wˈɛst, fˈɑːksɡlʌvz sˈɛnd ˌʌp ʃˈæfts ʌv kˈʌlɚ ænd ðə pˈeɪl blˈuː spˈaɪkt vəɹˈɑːnɪkə kˈɑːɹpɪts ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.