Are bulbs officially addictive?

I finally got the last of the bulbs for this fall into the ground by enlisting my son to help dig - I do love it once it's done, especially how they can then be forgotten about until the spring when they 'surprise' me all over again with color and life.

I'm such a fool for sticking even more flowers in my bulb-loaded yard, but...but....they were *pink* daffodils and in a such a nice ruffley shape... !  Surely I can rationalize them that way, in spite of the zillions of other daffys I already have. And then there were the giant snowdrops - I just love them, and they last so very long - and the tulips!  Oh yes, nice early, tall burgundy and white striped tulips, poked in a row of sort-of-alternating colors into the crocosmia beds where they can come up and give some color amidst the darkly winter-flattened crocosmia foliage in the spring. 

I think I'm done.  Maybe. No really. Kind of. Though, golly - wouldn't it be nice to have more of those waterlily-shaped autumn crocuses? Or how about a nice drift of anenomes just over there by that bench....???